It Was Long Since I Had Longed

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

I Open The Door Of The Cell And Go. I Am So Bowed I Only See My Feet, If I Open My Eyes, And Between My Legs A Little Trail Of Black Dust. I Say To Myself That The Earth Is Extinguished, Though I Never Saw It Lit.

Clear To Me At Last That The Dark I Have Always Struggled To Keep Under Is In Reality My Most

All Has Not Been Said And Never Will Be.

The Creation Of The World Did Not Take Place Once And For All Time, But Takes Place Every Day.