not to touch just to leave it alone neither to fiddle nor peruse maybe love can be just this a truth that can become left to grow of its own accord maybe truth just needs time to be left on the shelf waiting doesn't seem too bad when you know change is always there never the same but resembling what has gone before and what will come creation with its rolling movement with us just left to be ourselves our own devices constructing future waves in the cliched ocean divinely played