All Who Love Have Lied.

Rocks Crumble, Make New Forms, Oceans Move The Continents, Mountains Rise Up And Down Like Ghosts Yet All Is Natural, All Is Change.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.

Stop The Darkness And Its Amputations And Find The Real Mccoy In The Private Holiness Of My Hands.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.