I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into

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

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

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

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.