11.02.2005

No single thing, the sky — nor death, money, love, the on and on of days
Apple blossoms in the Caucasus, coconuts in Borneo, suffering universal

The watch ticks the same minutes the same in each of the 24 zones
Fate is not so much blind as asleep — consider the summons of daydreams

And words? Little inventions to keep fate asleep and explicate dreams
Myth of progress, fueled by movement, you think what's passed is past

You will be tired and wing it, surviving
Fate will announce itself one day, you won't know what hit you