I will say goodbye; goodbye to all I once knew,
To the frost, to the sea, to the dew,
To the sequential path amongst the willow roots,
To the person I once was, the things I used to do.
In the loose leaf of this unusual place,
In the ending I have begun to chase,
I will find a someone I never could before,
The sky past the bars of this entangled door.
I will tear past the vines that bar me in,
Past goodness, frankness, even sin:
And perhaps, when I have dug beneath the dirt,
I will find a separate time, and a different earth.