A Mind Too Active Is No Mind

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

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

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

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.