Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew

He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find His Pack.

Here Is Something We Can All Count On. Sooner Or Later Our Tribe Always Comes To Ask Us To Agree To Murder.

If I Believe In Anything, It Is In The Dark Night Of The Soul. Awe Is My Religion, And Mystery Is Its Church.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

There Are People Who Live Inside Their Heads And Their Intellects. It's Something One Is Born With And Stuck With. It's Not Something You Make A Decision About.