There Were no Signs, 1963

By walking I found outWhere I was going.

By intensely hating, how to love.By loving, whom and what to love.

By grieving, how to laugh from the belly.

Out of infirmity, I have built strength.Out of untruth, truth.From hypocrisy, I wove directness.

Almost now I know who I am.Almost I have the boldness to be that man.

Another stepAnd I shall be where I started from.