The time moves out...
they are more intimately wise
of what they once surmised;
they are devout.
THE QUESTION IS PROOF
If I ask why
you need not reply
the question is proof
Only my ear
can help me to hear
the rain on the roof
What thoughts I own
are shaped by my bone
and etched on my brain
Nothing more real
than the moods I feel
and what they explain
Warm hands or cold
the world that I hold
is all I can show
The more or less
I measure by guess
is all that I know
All that I see
with my eyes is me
and no other truth