Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave,

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.

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

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.