Lounging easy in our rights, Loving only as need demands, The grace most sought uncelebrated, Happiness inextricable from shame. Yet we, too, have known lidless nights. Hope is not for one who understands. Even blameless, we are rejected. All are lost who win the game.
Reason renders only lights.
Those who fear know Thy commands. Nicholas Gordon God knows the price of tuning forks, And alphabets, and astral signs. No doubt a masterful resort to theater, Uniting Jews adrift from ancient ways. All shot through our dead universe of stone. Through the crisp yellow night I saw lights, lights in the window, eight bright lights.