Give, Take

Give, take

Not in this selfish world

The lovers know

The writers know

The artists know

How they’ve bled


Give, take

The mad hatters share

See them at the table

Penning sonnets

Belting ballads

Painting grief

How well they articulate


Give, take

We channel, we pool

Stunning auras, invisible to this world

We read

We listen

We write

How well we’ve created smoke screens