Breaks is constant was like

The river light on the river

Riven that remained a rift

An old rill that sounded

She merged with the vibe

Ration of the drum a hum a

Home womb and um

She OM moaned in the loam

Dark earth come Sheila

Dame ocean dome this poem

Roam to tome tomb foam

Original fountain that fed

My mom Zam-zam when I

Was born