What Falls Away Is Always. And Is

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind, Until We Are Pure Spirit At The End.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.