| Every year |
| everything |
| I have ever learned |
|
| in my lifetime |
| leads back to this: the fires |
| and the black river of loss |
| whose other side |
|
| is salvation, |
| whose meaning |
| none of us will ever know. |
| To live in this world |
|
| you must be able |
| to do three things: |
| to love what is mortal; |
| to hold it |
|
| against your bones knowing |
| your own life depends on it; |
| and, when the time comes to let it |
| go, |
| to let it go. |
| |
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