Time Marks Us While We Are Marking

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.