Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying "What I do is me: for that I came."
~G.M. Hopkins
here we love and rest our heads, here, exquisitely you touch. here I am unwound, your lover, and here our hands unclasp and now I bid you leave. and in my hand, one acorn that you will never see.