Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived,

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.

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.