Here we are Crisp and clean Brand new reams, a paper dream Blank slate, fresh fates Invisible ink revealed And what of the folio and fall Manila enveloping life stories Can we hide from who we are? Can we keep from shredding away? Begin to write And the questions dissipate At a certain hour Light will strike the hungry page And split the sheeted sky Crumple the old drafts Night sees us no longer We are unequal distances Rising to reach the sun And everything that's left Will be mountain and MAGMA