PULSE. «This that recedes/ will come near to us/ on the other side of day.// Autumn: a single leaf/ eaten by light: and the green/ gaze of green upon us./ Where earth does not stop,/ we, too, will become this light,/ even as the light/ dies/ in the shape of a leaf.// Gaping eye/ in the hunger of day./ Where we have not been/ we will be. A tree/ will take root in us/ and rise in the light/ of our mouths.// The day will stand before us./ The day will follow us/ into the day.» {Paul Auster}