My Body Was Braille For The Creeping

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

History Says, Don’t Hope On This Side Of The Grave, But Then, Once In A Lifetime The Longed-for Tidal Wave Of Justice Can Rise Up, And Hope And History Rhyme

Even If The Last Move Did Not Succeed, The Inner Command Says Move Again.

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

All I Know Is A Door Into The Dark