May My Silences Become More Accurate.

Wake The Happy Words.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

Death Was Not. I Lived In A Simple Drowse:hands And Hair Moved Through A Dream Of Wakening Blossoms.rain Sweetened The Cave And The Dove Still Called;the Flowers Leaned On Themselves, The Flowers In Hollows;and Love, Love Sang Toward.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.