Crumbling Comfort 
 
The structures will have to crumble 
The false comfort they temporarily provide
Will show clearly within the pain of creation of time that they must have 
As the pain which feels so familiar that the mind almost defends it 
Begins to give way to something subtle 
So subtle in fact 
That all my knowledge surrenders to its eternal perfume 
And I and the bird know only what the moment knows