Now and Zen [Godzone] All of the glaciers of Kilamanjaro have almost melted down by the heat of your sleevecuffs against my mother’s wedding gown. We’re both thinking about it, the love we’re in. But it’s -- Now and Zen, I like to hear it from you. It’s actually only half of the song I got; the rest I had to read about: the reckoning of your shoes to the poem, to the poem. Maybe I can’t give you a stable home. Maybe I can and just don’t know. We’re both thinking about it, this love we’re in. But it’s -- Now and Zen, it’s only loss you lose. You’re actually only half of what I’ve got in my Godzone. Maybe you’re more and just don’t know. Fate