If you will take me, then I shall take you,
These two brothers spindly, asleep they remain
To wake for employment that comes with the rain;
Together they sleep and together they rise,
And all that they sweep expeditiously dries.
Taller than mountains and wider than skies,
Yet never been seen, well hidden from eyes,
Survives on appeasement and plentiful lies,
And all the corruption that it justifies;
It seldom obeys, most often defies,
Repressed by the best who inhibit it’s rise
Through stratagems wily and formulas wise,
A noisy companion that nags till it dies.
Grab hold of my tail and walk me around,
My bearing Plecostomus-like on the ground;
The nothing I make shall noisily take
Whatever my kisser has found.
Holds numbers and names and so many places,
And many a kind of beast and of bird,
Uncountable happy-sad voices and faces,
And many a word read, spoken or heard.
I’ll take your palms, your knees and toes,
My touch is soft, so calm your woes;
Exhale your anger, drain your mind,
Inhale the languor that you find
When I am spread, and spread I’m best
To kiss your head at every rest,
And hear the conversation sweet,
A conversation to repeat.