The Way A Crow Shook Down On

I'm Not A Teacher, But An Awakener.

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.

Our Life Runs Down In Sending Up The Clock. The Brook Runs Down In Sending Up Our Life. The Sun Runs Down In Sending Up The Brook. And There Is Something Sending Up The Sun.

A Voice Said, Look Me In The Stars And Tell Me Truly, Men Of Earth, If All The Soul-and-body Scars Were Not Too Much To Pay For Birth.