Dwindling hours divide

The daylight

Once achieved memories and momentary passions

Act as praise to the needy soul, building

What is to become the foundation of our lives

How many times can we decide

to pray or write

When the Lone Madrone feeds our Manta

Chops of acceptability reveal, bringing

light to the subject

Tens of thousands of twisting twines

define us

So how can we choose one way

when so many things are what built us?

We can enact the art of flowing