Ephemera
Don’t let the ephemeral
In what you make
Dissuade your making.
The bird sings its songs
Not for the recording
Just as the dancer’s dance
Is never set in stone.
Ephemera
Don’t let the ephemeral
In what you make
Dissuade your making.
The bird sings its songs
Not for the recording
Just as the dancer’s dance
Is never set in stone.