Our Task Is To Listen To The

I Want To Be With Those Who Know Secret Things Or Else Alone.

Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In Its Deepest Being Something Helpless That Wants Help From Us.

It Is Clear That We Must Embrace Struggle. Every Living Thing Conforms To It. Everything In Nature Grows And Struggles In Its Own Way, Establishing Its Own Identity, Insisting On It At All Cost, Against All Resistance.

Solitude Is Nothing That One Can Choose Or Retrain From. We Are Solitary. We Can Delude Ourselves About This And Act As If It Were Not True. That Is All.

Perhaps The Same Bird Echoed Through Both Of Us Yesterday, Seperate, In The Evening.