Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings

I prefer questions to answers
Unfolding unknowns to well known solutions
Transitions twilight and early dawn
To darkest night or brightest noon
In expressing a relationship between x and a
Finding the root is most of the fun
Free variables more playful than bound