1. It’s good to know certain things:What’s departed, in order to know what’s left to come;That water’s immeasurable and incomprehensibleAnd blows in the airWhere all that’s fallen and silent becomes invisible;That fire’s the light our names are carved in.That shame is a garment of sorrow;That time is the Adversary, and stays sleepless and wants for nothing;That clouds are unequal and words are.
Black Zodiac
2. What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it.
Littlefoot: A Poem
