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.