to see red in the west, when last i looked
it was red in the east.
Much accomplished in between – the bottom line, you know,
all of it to be rendered meaningless in time, and soon.
Yes, we were meant to work, but if i could,
I'd lift the roof
and watch the daily transit of the fabulous,
the golden apples of the sun, the silver apples of the moon.
–last line by Yeats.
