The line we must walk
without any shadow

of a doubt, echoes
in the heart. The

history of each person’s
bread. Everything is,

at first sight, good. What
would we be without

gravity and the silence
of a single needle on a

pine tree; each one, an
entire emblem for the whole.

All things are moral. We
cannot dodge what we seek.

Secrets hold the breath in.
We meet as water

meets itself; trembling
into perfect diffusion.