Failure: the renewable resource.

“Not even waste/is inviolate./The day misspent,/the love misplaced,/has inside i…”

“In the hills giant oaksFall upon their kneesYou can touch parts You have no rig…”

“The day misspent,the love misplaced,has inside itthe seed of redemption.Nothing…”

“It isn't ever delicate to live.”