I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.