Wake The Happy Words.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion