Life's hourglass stands quiet;
        smiles and tears
             entwined
                    in
             moments,
     taking my whole life
in its incomplete continuation.

1293

The things we thought that we should do
We other things have done
But those peculiar industries
Have never been begun—

The Lands we thought that we should seek
When large enough to run
By Speculation ceded
To Speculation’s Son—

The Heaven, in which we hoped to pause
When Discipline was done
Untenable to Logic
But possibly the one—

There are moments
When nothing
Is the key
To getting back to everything

How easy it can be
To forget
What our deepest pain was like.
Yet
it changed us forever.