You shall be my roots and<br />I will be your shade,<br />though the sun burns my leaves.<br /><br />You shall quench my thirst and<br />I will feed you fruit,<br />though time takes my seed.<br /><br />And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth<br />you will give me hope.<br /><br />And my voice you will always hear.<br />And my hand you will always have.<br /><br />For I will shelter you.<br />And I will comfort you.<br />And even when we are nothing left,<br />not even in death,<br />I will remember you.

Mark Z. Danielewski

Mark Z. Danielewski