It Took The Whole Of Creation To

Show Him Every Dawn & Read To Him Endlessly.

He Was His Own Leftover, The Spat-out Scrag. He Was What His Brain Could Make Nothing Of.

You Solve It As You Get Older, When You Reach The Point Where You've Tasted So Much That You Can Somehow Sacrifice Certain Things More Easily, And You Have A More Tolerant View Of Things Like Possessiveness (your Own) And A Broader Acceptance Of The Pains And The Losses.

The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.

Do As You Like With Me. I'm Your Parcel. I Have Only Our Address On Me. Open Me, Or Readdress Me.