What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.

What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.

What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall, That place among the rocks--is it a cave, Or winding path? The edge is what I have........ ....... Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. ~From "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke