Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

Strong and content I travel the open road.

We convince by our presence.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

Oh captain my captain

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.