e is dying from death,  turning into haze and mist,  and the pain, well,  it burns up everything  even ash.  You don't know, he says,  who you are  or where you're going,  help me.  Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a roar,  without deficiency or condition -   why are you angry  when I cannot tell you its source?  Because I am dull and tongue-tied  does not mean  the light shines less brightly.  Are there exceptions?  These games are meaningless  and the need to show you  the source of my being  fades like winter stars at dawn.  You are with me always  in what is now  the wounded place and the whole,  our breath visible in the cold air.  INFINITE RESPONSIBILITY TO THE FUTURE  What possible meaning  could birds have  flocked to an old chimney  in late afternoon  as my son takes the car  down the street and into the snow?  Without this moment  nothing else will happen.  Beloved moonsnares and foxwords  everything is incomprehensible  now and then.  ## 