I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

Wake The Happy Words.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.