Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

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.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

And What A Congress Of Stinks!- Roots Ripe As Old Bait, Pulpy Stems, Rank, Silo-rich, Leaf Mold, Manure, Lime, Piled Against Slippery Planks, Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Kept Breathing A Small Breath.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.