mouthful of change

re-dressing my thoughts
mirroring my views
my visions
every word i speak
me breaks the surface

you can smell hear see
the garden where i wander
the flowers which i water
the deserts that are stum

and now the view is different
another picture has arrived
trimmed by a handful words

there is another island
standing right in front of you

let me do my twists
shout another time
the land will not be steady

the words fuel the garden
the waves stir behind
the map must be redrawn

for every mouthful words
that we can speak and hear