"Care I live long and colding
or live life full in time’s moment’s blink?
The colding of stone’s night
so different from the greening’s fading
As sun’s shadow’s passing here to future
having lived giving and dead through receiving
For the greening of sun’s warmth again
greening, fading, dying again and yet again...
Whilst stone’s colding is always known
Ever present...
Ever hard...
Ever cold...
Ever..."
