We Make The Path By Walking.

It’s All Right If You Grow Your Wings On The Way Down.

There Are Years From My Childhood That I Cannot Remember And I Cannot Forget.

I Have Risen To A Body Not Yet Born, Existing Like A Light Around A Body Through Which The Body Moves Like A Sliding Moon.

Some People Can't Go Into Church Any Longer To Feel This Longing, But They Still Have The Longing, So What Do They Do? Well, One Thing You Can Do Is What People Do In Prison; They Turn To Poetry.

And Why Shouldn't The Miraculous, / Caught On This Earth, Visit / The Old Man Alone In His Hut?