To make the head empty
is such a heavy thing to do.
For our minds are like a set of
clear buckets hung out to gather rain.
And to be free of that distance between
our father’s voice, is such a close sound-
one always ringing from the void.

To make the head empty
is such a heavy thing to do.
For our minds are like a set of
clear buckets hung out to gather rain.
And to be free of that distance between
our father’s voice, is such a close sound-
one always ringing from the void.