Well

I have been writing less the past few days, and feeling a little bad about it, until I remembered that exploring other things is what fils the well.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWell well well, said the one intrudingon your private reverie,you have been found, discovered, revealed,you are to be ashamed at your nakedness. You are to be embarrassed and to turn your face from the sun.Smile now, into the crook of your armknowing what wonders arise from the darkness,what limits are born in the light. They sent you from the well thinkingit was dry forever, no life left to give.This is your chance to sit and rest for a whilebe elsewhere doing other thingswhile it refills quietly, splendidlyin the darkness of the crook of your elbow.Well well well you returnand the dancing waters of the well reflect to you your own brilliance.