Let Others Probe The Mystery If They

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?