And I Rejoiced In Being What I

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

I Can Hear, Underground, That Sucking And Sobbing, In My Veins, In My Bones I Feel It,- The Small Water Seeping Upward, The Tight Grains Parting At Last. When Sprouts Break Out, Slippery As Fish, I Quail, Lean To Beginnings, Sheath-wet.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!