Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift

No Ladder Needs The Bird But Skies To Situate Its Wings, Nor Any Leaders Grim Baton Arraigns It As It Sings.

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.