You know, when I was little, I found  the mango tree grow over me. And,  I found myself saying: You Man! Please Go!  And I felt the sun’s face darken and crestfall.  And I said to the Sun: O Sun! You please  don’t go! You are man enough for me!  But I really think you ought to go, when  I can’t save you … Continue reading These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem