Reason Is Powerless In The Expression Of

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.

At The End Of My Life, With Just One Breath Left, If You Come, I’ll Sit Up And Sing.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depth Of The Stars.