Creatures perish
    in the darkened
    blind of quest,
    knowing intimations.

    Guessing and dreaming
    I pursue the real,
    my face turned toward the sky
    whispering secrets to the heavens.

    And while I remain
    with seeking creatures
    in every turn of time
    abiding in their condition
    every instant past
    I perceive their aching breath.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...