The Soul Is Not A Soul, Has

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night, Through Blizzards And Desert Heat, Across Torrents, Through Narrow Passes. But Will He Know Where To Find You, Recognize You When He Sees You, Give You The Thing He Has For You?

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.

Things Can Harden Meaningfully In The Moment Of Indecision

Until Only Infinity Remained Of Beauty

And The Way Though Discontinuous, And Intermittent, Sometimes Not Heard Of For Years At A Time, Did, Nonetheless, Move Up, Although, To His Surprise It Was Inside The House, And Always Getting Narrower.