Our short term success
will not punish us any less
than if we sinned for eternity.
The poem is the poetry,
the climate is the weather—
whatever is true now is true forever.
We cannot put anything off—
it is here, it is here.
It is smiling because it smiled—
it was happy while it lived;
and it did live, because it was your fear.
Maybe we could get together, today?
Take a walk, have a talk,
spill secrets. And find out
I always was, it always was, this way.