In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage. A nimbus-clouded voice directed me: “Live in the layers, not on the litter”. Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.
excerpt from "The Layers"...Stanley Kunitz
It is too soon, to soon, to hear the last ticking of my heart. To be a withering ghost moving into each day's sighing end. While my mind remembers the fire I was, from the aging beauty of twilight embers. ........J.A.Dean