It Is Better To Be The Hammer

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!

At Least To Pray Is Left - Is Left Oh Jesus - In The Air - I Know Not Which Thy Chamber Is - I'm Knocking Everywhere.

We Trust In Plumed Procession For Such The Angels Go Rank After Rank, With Even Feet/and Uniforms Of Snow.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.