Dance Until The Earth Dance.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

Remember The Golden Apple-trees; O, Do Not Pity Them, As You Watch Them Drop One By One, For They Fall Exhausted, Numb, Blind But In Certain Ecstasy, For Theirs Is The Hunger For Paradise.

Take What The Old-church Found In Mithra's Tomb, Candle And Script And Bell, Take What The New-church Spat Upon And Broke And Shattered.