Tragic Paradox

Variable Translation of the Old Wind Chimes changes the future The comers swirl that great thing left standing alone and the pregnant air billows forththrough the sails we strive

We forget a single divergence costs everythingWhat the walls are building, What the word is demonstrating;

Our adversity- the rock we grind to dust Forms the path we endeavor Our misfortune- tears absorbed into being Forms the sinew with which we toil

To undo the wind chimes turnings Is to wander nowhere And fall from the heights we dared