I Pray Because I Can't Help Myself.

Poetry Too Is A Little Incarnation, Giving Body To What Had Been Before Invisible And Inaudible.

I Desired Dragons With A Profound Desire.

Love Anything And Your Heart Will Be Wrung And Possibly Broken. If You Want To Make Sure Of Keeping It Intact You Must Give It To No One, Not Even An Animal.

I Pray Because I Can't Help Myself.

Perhaps The Experience Had Been So Complete That Repetition Would Be Vulgarity - Like Asking To Hear The Same Symphony Twice In A Day.