I said: ‘The wonder that I feel is easy,
     Yet ease is cause of wonder. Therefore speak:
     I may not comprehend, may not remember.’
And he: ‘I am not eager to rehearse
     My thoughts and theory which you have forgotten.
     These things have served their purpose: let them be.
So with your own, and pray they be forgiven
     By others, as I pray you to forgive
     Both bad and good. Last season’s fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
     For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
     And next year’s words await another voice.

He barely whispered, "Who am I"
     Born of Ruthie and Fred, all these years grown
     Singer sinner reader writer this and that
And the light replied, "you are each and all"
      Made for these and more, much more
      Each has purpose, let them become.
You must not mean that for anger, avarice, and pride
      Which are too often where I abide
      And he confessed without words to even worse
Let them become, unfold, live and die
     Grow, ripen, and explode, spreading seed
     Yielding and finding other boundaries to exceed