Make nothing your own which comes
From another

When a tree grows in your yard you must
Eventually decide whether to chop it or move

These are your only options

If you chop the tree down
You must burn it to stay warm

If you move then burn it while standing Bask
In the eternal flame of the eye of the immortal

Let your empty hands remain empty

Let your footsteps begin with ash

Lay your future head upon the pillow I wove you
Of all the matter we stripped from light