Somewhere there, beneath the mists
in the valley, is the boundary
I do not want to cross

I brace myself
I cannot and will not
be indifferent

to what is disappearing
with me: my experiences
of beauty

my knowledge and my awareness
of what is valuable and
what is not important

to concern oneself with
To save something
I keep placing lamps

Look! There is something to see here!
There is something to be gained here!
Look! before the light goes out...