hundred waters
gather
This started out as some things do One wispy wild, one thin lone shoot It spread ahead before me And while I used to run it out-ran me Face that we all contain Been in many and sun will fade We are twisted from fibers unto thread And we will wind ourselves till they're dead Like a peacock peak  It sits in many chests Oh I know it will, it numbs me But has known many more, before me From my tissues and from my strands Sits a figure with out-stretched hands Saying we can sit solitary We can crouch in sanctuary We can gather, gather, gather We can gather, gather, gather Our threads into you