Once spoken, lost forever. Sacred silences;
Better to hold the peace, adjust the pace,
Lean forward to sanctions in an empty space.
Wisdoms must be guarded. Lesser pilots,
Through the straits—amateurs—negotiate the islands
To the other shore, race to embrace words, supports in granite, pylons,
Marble; capitals, bronze; palladians, bygone
Grandeur chiselled in obsidian, the science
Of tact among the mortal redwoods and all fares
Paid, and yet, regard the loss, the singular gesticulation.
Being nothing, less combusts
And all is lost. Sentinels to safeguard trusts
Are posted every mile while eyes stare
Upward to the boiling clouds and all is hesitation.