In Our Age, If A Boy Or

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.