The Whole White World Is Ours.

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

I Myself Have Seen The Floating Ships And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same The Shouts, The Harrowing Voices Within The House. I Stand Apart With An Army: My Mind Is Graven With Ships.

War Is A Fevered God Who Takes Alike Maiden And King And Clod.

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

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.