I've given up with writing...
what other forms—expression I now reflect on,
that if thought – landscape for another...
on which the mind may live,
then means of the physique be breathing,
and words sure up as law
that we are most together,
...gifting notion of new ways—respire
and define that world like this one
while resigned to premeditative hope
that you, through this, commit such active art...
as living.