Let's bring out one more. I like this flicker
of ink, a lil' swoosh-swoosh and scratch, and,
surely one day I'm this lucky again!: a glow.
I remember the baby's moth-breath even though I am born
I remember a child being the father of man
I remember how more than a lil' weight
                 of the world
                    is love.
Dawn and Siegfried go out towards the great, big blue
and Dawn and Siegfried land on the moon. Black,
everything is black now. See where we are. White,
everything is black now, it was all white then. I
don't really know anything at all   about how we'll return,
but here we are and what a view?