I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.

My Faith Is A Great Weight Hung On A Small Wire, As Doth The Spider Hang Her Baby On A Thin Web.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.