Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

When Everything That Ticked Has Stopped, And Space Stares, All Around, Or Grisly Frosts, First Autumn Morns, Repeal The Beating Ground.

He Ate And Drank The Precious Words, His Spirit Grew Robust; He Knew No More That He Was Poor, Nor That His Frame Was Dust.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -