"Know where you are going.
Lay him, like the carefully surveyed road, out before you,
in before you.
When what is out comes in, the story comes out of the mouth
and into the ear, the squash from out of the blossom
into the broth, a hand from its deerskin mitten to sleet
and northern cold.
Know where you are going.
Lay him carefully out like a map, in like a lion.
Know which he you are writing of.
He the pianist carpenter or he the poet violinist.
In like lions, out like lambs."