Donít slacken or falter. Go one more time.
There are lights in the water.
The world, swiveling, is perpetually pink in vigor.
Glow like a shiney bear.
If you have to go out, go out swinging.
Palm-oil, contrary tides,
roses in December, remember.
Try laughing at cooks, at path, at short journeys.
The sun is an arc-lamp.
Stop and youíre dead.† So go out with a bang.
Take a lot with you.
Take a lifetime. In this crescent of hope thatís the rainbow.
Live hard enough now to
leave some lights in the water.† Flourish now like the
blood-marked clover. †Victoryís in living now.
Itís the best of all things
and itís there in the center.† Let the lords of the lyre
sing for the pleasure of strangers.
I sing for your familiar friends and a new-found fire.