The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind, Until We Are Pure Spirit At The End.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

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

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.