I taught myself to paint br remember, life br in vain, recreate, youth. br br By now it's past too, br our quiet pool slowly poisoned by the sand that blows in. br br Slowly, br it settles to the bottom, then shifts in the depths. br br Slowly, br the eternal glacier moves forward an inch each year br in contempt of the blazing sun br and the sweat that rolls down the faces br of the faithful that pull it along the ground.