Sun's gone down and I am useless for anything
except to mope
That's what went wrong with theism:
"Light has come into the world"
and no matter how hard one tries
gravity compels us in one direction
One is not lost, but always losing
one is making lists and losing these too
I accept what could be (and the world
shrinks around me as it exhales)
and look through one hole into another
-- leave it alone
This is the way across; it is
the only way across
What's fallen
is beautiful too
a prescription for silence
One wouldn't have it any other way:
first standing
on one foot
then
the other
