Tomorrow is the shadow of glass towers.
Breathe the way into morning,
one lifting filling
including earth fire,
the robin throat sky,
flesh-pale elm roots,
the sheltering hills.
Enough.
Sell your ideas of yourself at bargain prices.
Take up your path like the man falling
Into black bay water from the bridge:
Astonished to be living
and full of an unsurvivable kinetic.