In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins

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

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind, Until We Are Pure Spirit At The End.