You know that desire leads only to sorrow, that sorrow
leads to achievement which leads to emptiness.
You know that this is different, that this
is the celebration, the only celebration,
that by giving yourself over to nothing,
you shall be healed.
-Mark Strand
Our skin once stood firm against the sky
A canvas of sun and sweat and blood,
We died with the seasons splintering shift
Lying amongst the trees.
If this isn't it
Its pretty damn close
