When faith no longer meets the qualification
where else could lie my heart
but in the centre of its cage
I never lost the line of our kite
the world-turning only hid its trace
When sense no longer meets the qualification
a rhythm to compliment ...
rhyme could be all it takes
but while our fenced idiom is dehydrating
this penning up of plenty still aches
When love no longer meets the qualification
you're clouding nothing to hide
this space was air; no roof nor floors
now filled with smoke that needs no water
to hide a search for hidden doors
When wisdom no longer meets the qualification
what tears apart, this vertigo start
a diving board into the wise
from what curled the corners of my mouth
to what could never really reach your eyes
When we no longer meet the qualification
slowly down the surface
we sink, but touch to compete
reach as far as we can thrust
and sing it, each and every time
we will meet
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