Who moved the black castlenWho moved the white queennWhen Gimil and DalethnWere standing betweennnOut of the eveningnGrowing a veilnPining for the pinewoodsnThat ached for the sailnnThere's something forgottennI want you to knownThe freckles of rainnThey're telling me so...nnOh, it's the old, forgotten questionnWhat is it that we are part ofnAnd what is it that we are?nnAnd an elephant madnessnHas covered the sunnThe judge and the juriesnThey play for the funnnThey've torn up the rosesnAnd washed all the soapnAnd the martyr who marries themnDares not elopennOh, it's the never-realized questionnWhat is it that we are part ofnAnd what is it that we are?nnOh long, oh longnThere at my eyesnBreathed the gatesnEnormous firennAnd the bodynHold it round menAnd the personnIn me grewnnThe flower and its petalsnThe root and its graspnThe earth and its bignessnThe breath and its gaspnnThe mind and its motionnThe foot and its movenThe life and its patternnThe heart and its lovennOh, it's the half-remarkable questionnWhat is it that we are part ofnAnd what is it that we are?