“when was I silenced, when did it first seem

pointless to describe that sound

what it sounds like can't change what it is—

didn't the night end, wasn't the earth

safe when it was planted

didn't we plant the seeds,

weren't we necessary to the earth,

the vines, were they harvested?”

https://poets.org/poem/october-section-i

RIP to a poet who has inspired me for decades.