REGION OF MEMORY  

A land without dimension is what fools
try to capture; the stuff that makes 
eternity, makes young and happy people 
grow under the sun, unafraid of the 
signs of danger, caring for children,
restive for the hour of release. 

The margins and center are filled 
with the truth; it penetrates the obscurity of 
ravaging skies heavens and the facts and pleasure 
      of contemplating them.