How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind,

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.