Forget, for food improvident and spare
The richest garden in your memory
Bring down the white fruit from the tree
Which is too heavy for the tree to bear
The richest garden in your memory

You shall begin to change, with that despair
Which is too heavy for the tree to bear
The secret vision that you are not free
You shall begin to change with that despair

The Moon that skews the circle of the sea
The secret vision that you are not free
Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair
The Moon that skews the circle of the sea

Promises of apples hung among the air
Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair
Weigh them, silver in your hand, for me