in entropy 

we find moments of order 

and reassure ourselves 

that all is well 

( and it all is )

Echoes 

in the wishing well 

the well drinks 

the oil wells 

the well springs 

The source of all things

the maw ( the beach ) 

the black mother to which we all return 

the babbling brook of meaning 

What is love? 

I will kiss you and steal your words 

so I can't misinterpret them 

let me taste what you think 

( let’s drink )