ESZA KAYE

The Key

keyThe key to me and other things….
No really…. Who has the key? Please??!!!!

The key to me is that I have a key
I keep it close and whisper to you where I hide it
If you can hear me and if you can find it.

The teacher will speak to the most ready student
A lock never more happy than to live and to open
Letting material flow out into answers
Letting the swirls find form of their own
Letting the story tell itself
Sleeping the sleep of invisible form

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