There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.

I Should Be Suspicious Of What I Want.

Flowers Open Every Night Across The Sky, A Breathing Peace, And Sudden Flame Catching.

My Boat Strikes Something Deep. At First Sounds Of Silence, Waves. Nothing Has Happened; Or Perhaps Everything Has Happened. And I Am Sitting In My New Life.

Why, When God's World Is So Big, Did You Fall Asleep In A Prison, Of All Places?