Both Light And Shadow Are The Dance

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.