May My Silences Become More Accurate.

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)