Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice

Because I cannot find words that translate for you
This hoping fearing yearning breeding experience
Even my questions are misunderstood
Leaving between you and me mere murmurs
Roughly reciprocal gestures
Trite transactions of diminishing value
When I want to say: please share today
And you will hear with hypertext
My whole intention
Songs philosophy prayers and possibility unveiled