O Do Not Weep, She Says, For

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

You Are Wind In A Stark Tree, You Are The Stark Tree Unbent, You Are A Strung Bow, You Are An Arrow.

We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known, The Unrecorded; We Have No Map; Possibly We Will Reach Haven, Heaven.

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us