How sweet time feels when it’s too late - Leonard Cohen

When you've fallen on the highway
And you're lying in the rain,
And they ask you how you're doing
Of course you'll say you can't complain
If you're squeezed for information,
That's when you've got to play it dumb
You just say you're out there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

Refine your longing here, in the small silver music of her preparations, under the low-built shelter of repentance.

there's no forsaking what you love
no existential leap
as witnessed here in time and blood
a thousand kisses deep