And here's another poem I don't read very much.
And I don't know why I picked it out to read.
I think maybe because we've been together for so long now,
all eight of us.
Poem's called "Losing Interest."
[LAUGHTER]
"Losing Interest."
"How easily the moon explains itself by just reappearing.
I try to repeat the phases of the simplest form of life
never knowing when the counting should begin again.
I try to breathe through a window
as if breath were light leading to even the faintest star.
I know better.
Sometimes a man licks himself clean entirely
before he finds the wound.
Sometimes the song a man hears himself singing
keeps him silent for a long time.
I pray for the mere strength to bear
the inscription carved in the soft green wood of my voice.
Loneliness, perfect stranger I confide in, talk me to sleep."