Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.