Pure Source Poem by Dan Uriel

time is slowly crawling
I'm not hanging on to the tales
but I sneeze into the real world
with the floating sky above

the source is nice - I believe in it
calmness, exiting tremor
hugs each other rises with the floating
gracefully smart chat and rumours

what's wrong with these
dirty themselves to the brim
with fabricated images and spirits
mimic intoxication each

reassure the rich startled
little soul - there will be grace
h's looking for a source, not a blood drink
freedom s and love

it like a melancholy calf's mouth
te hard-working poor
chew into their hearts - you don't have to
to be a hero if you cant