How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind,

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.