Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden. - T. S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.