It’s ok to weep for flickers,

for burning temples.

It’s ok to weep.

No scandal in salt,

no need for sneers.

It’s ok to weep.

I season all my winters with a summer heat.

I fleck away the embers from the bottoms of my feet.  

It can’t bite you.

I taste all my feats, running down my cheeks.

Don’t you see, there is no gray without black, without white?

It’s all necessary, until you rot,

It’s all necessary, until it’s not.