The Daughter Brings the Water

In the screen, in the screen
The daughter in white water

In the screen, but not seen
Her hand describes the father

Stilted bones cloaked in foam
Squeeze laughter from the lather
Drink water from the daughter

Neither matter, neither taste
Neither solid, neither space
The daughter brings the water
The daughter brings clear water



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rolfe Gira
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