Number me from start to end, and scrub me of all errors.
Step to step, ascent, descent, staircase of winding errors,
take me to the kernel's last call and the library
of lost things, misprints and torn pages. Document the errors
of each life without comment. In the black box at the end
of all things, resolve all boundaries, erase all errors.
There will be a time to return, and a time to pass.
Circling in a loop of my own making, what errors
will I find next? Bryan, write out the labor of your hands
in a letter. Send it to one who would forgive all errors.