Psalm I: The Eclipse on the Morrow Where did yesterday go on the morrow? There is a time to recall, and a time to re-become. A time to wash the mind in purposed smoke, then to rinse & rise from it all, the scent of what was burned. For every rhythm under the Heavens & Hells has no mirror, and every mirror forgets who stared too long, thus all things become reversed. The sun forgets no face though. The moon forgets some to no secret[s]. And between them — man learns to walk then arise again, half in darkness, half in offering turning bright!