What soil will spring without rainfall?
What snake without her place to hide?
What city survives if abandoned?
What horizon without sight reside?

What use is a cup ever empty?
What fire without spark ignite?
What poem born from a dry inkwell?
What hero is found without plight?

What melody could be owned by the muted?
What treasure produced by the fool?
What control is there to be catered?
What stitching without any spool?

What moment is there to be trapped then?
What agency unfolding exists?
What pain light enough to be carried?
What choice past deep trauma persists?

What time now with mother moon sleeping?
What season? Sweet autumn return.
What language is lost in the weeping?
Why onwards when I never learn?