We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.

... people get confidential at midnight.

It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.

One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.

Sometimes tradition is a way of keeping going.

I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.

The time on either side of now stands fast.