Don’t make me warn you of stars, how they see us from that distance
yes is a world & in this world of yes live
ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk!
Why must the gate be narrow?
Because you cannot pass beyond it burdened
“And of all the things we’re dying from tonight, being alive is the strangest, surviving our histories is the saddest. Time leaves the smallest wounds, and your body, a mortal occasion
of timeless law, is all the word I know”