Excess Is The Common Substitute For Energy.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.

We Call Them The Brave Who Likely Were Reluctant To Be Brave.

Unconfusion Submits Its Confusion To Proof; It's Not A Herod's Oath That Cannot Change.

That Which Is Impossible To Force, It Is Impossible To Hinder.

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.