Bring me the sunset in a cup.
Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.
I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.
Memory is a strange BellโJubilee, and Knell.
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.