Some things never change;
Some things only grow.
A poet today can only warn.

I do not know how to stop it,
as I do not know who I am,
I do not think what he knows.

In all the days you came to me,
and nights that I had jettisoned,
appointments canceled in bliss-
it was in those you found me.

I do not know who first to break.
But I know how low to sink.
It is only there I’ll find you.