the endless cycle of idea and action

the trailing consequence of further days and hours

knowledge of speech, but not of silence

all time is unredeemable

they don't mean to do harm

let it be

if there were water we should stop and drink

reminder what men choose to forget

one half-formed thought

can see at the violet hour, the evening hour that strives

drank coffee, and talked for an hour

only through time time is conquered

all manner of thing shall be well