TIMES OF SUN AND CLOUDS morning half full of sun I am your witness the one whose attention is memory immediately your hands are clean drought is bitter floods are grief you have nothing to do with either morning half full of clouds there are plenty of suicides to go around but not one is yours I can swear it till night comes my oaths are as good as my word which is given for nothing which is spoken from shadows which is now before my fellows which is the shadow risen between me and my fellows I declare in the posture of poet you have nothing to do with anything