When one understands
the fragile relationship of things,
that chance is an invention
of the desperate, and reason
a cunning of madness,
when one understands
that one has not come into the world but to come,
to be, to earn a few
flavors and some sunrises,
one stops worrying about the slot machine, one releases the
umbilical cord to the navel of the universe,
and one certainly learns
to be silent, to forget without fatigue
the name of things.