Still, it is as sad as a child to whom one speaks soothingly, from whom one is keeping something, but who already knows. I light candles astride the winter mums. I know what you're counting. You'd tell me soon enough. The fingers that make you a door at such an abstract task.
Death comes quickly for a man.
A woman dies slowly, has children, and her happiness is to die before them. When she grieves for her child her voice and flesh are one. If you owe goose eggs, don't borrow to buy duck eggs. When interest's at 10 it'll suck gold out of the moon. When others buy, sell.