The sky, the stars, the sparkling jewel-strewn sea These are a few things valuable to me. The laugh, the cry, the pangful song Keep me engaged, string me along. Colors, sounds, smells, the world upon my skin moving through time with a skip, an ooze or a spin. I love it all, this place this space, presenting to my face. I take my hippo soul, my clunking drain and look for the grace.