No One Bears Witness For The Witness

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

With A Changing Key, You Unlock The House Where The Snow Of What’s Silenced Drifts. Just Like The Blood That Bursts From Your Eye Or Mouth Or Ear, So Your Key Changes. Changing Your Key Changes The Word That May Drift With Flakes. Just Like The Wind That Rebuffs You, Clenched Round Your Word Is The Snow.

Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

Reality Is Not Simply There, It Does Not Simply Exist: It Must Be Sought Out And Won.

No One Bears Witness For The Witness