Listen!
MY OWN TIME there was it could be imagined a cottage under the firmament the crops shone brightly knowledge was not oppressive it was earned gradually when someone spoke she could be answered with a few lines of a song the carrier laden with shadows went around the cluster of houses at dusk placing them each in order the stars' flight and the birds' flight had barely separated themselves everyone knew how to find the path to the spring in my own time and before the blood of sacrifice lost its sacrifice and became only blood knowledge is thrust on us the carrier has dropped his shadows everywhere only speech can answer speech only silence a song