By daily dying, I have come to be.
The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.
Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.
What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.
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.