The naming of all things Is the law that Has no name -- Required for the right To own a mind, And to be seen as sane. Otherwise the cold night Can make you blind On the nameless raw light Consume you like Huge blues dining on brine, Deep in a sleepless sea.
Then there are the times Without names, The heartÕs fall, star-crossed; The moment when harm is denied; The radium archetypes That make the species mad. The moment of being almost known, The knowing of hawks In the brave brain of a lizard. Things That deserve a name do not Always earn one, And the art is lost, and Some songs are never sung.