There's nothing Fixed that can't be Broken Praise Jove, for without them, the Broken And all the Hope and Possibilities for which they allow There is nothing Redeemed There is nothing made New Again Beam of Sun meet Fall of Rain Aye, mourn not the absence of the Sol Relish instead the cool quenching of the Aqua And the Unbounded Inactivity for which it now allows For it is that, the Idleness, the Nothingness of Inactivity And the Silence, the Stillness found within it That beckons forth the Dreams And the Inspiration The Dreams and Inspiration of the Marrow The Dreams and Inspiration for the Morrow