I take what never can be taken, <br />Touch what cannot be; <br />I wake what never could awaken, <br />But for me. <br /> <br />I go where only winds are going, <br />Kiss what fades away; <br />I know a thing too strange for knowing, <br />I, the clay.<br /><br />Haniel Long<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-5/
