Poem

A single puppet-pull
A tug from beyond
Right through my center
A bucket draws the well
And all of in swell

Up, a hand, so invoked to be
A bearer of flow
To wellspring

Out, a hand, to sting the page
With corpulent venom
Without sage

Channel brewing with sparking
Wracking jolt
Transmutions into light

And single straight pull
Tugs out the beyond
Cork pops out the outside
Pouring fills the well
All is well