what have we given? My friend,
blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed ..... not to be found in our obituaries
Looking back we seek truth
verisimilitude; fidelity to the moment
This was a turning point,
the beginning of a series of turning points
When did we finally yes
after so many months of saying not a single word?
What internal springs set things in motion?
a glance- a fingertip, hands and arms and then years
An age of prudence can never retract
thank God it is so