When I Go Mad, I Call My

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

I Always Felt Mean, Jogging Back Over The Logging Road,as If I Had Broken The Natural Order Of Things In That Swampland;disturbed Some Rhythm, Old And Of Vast Importance,by Pulling Off Flesh From The Living Planet;as If I Had Committed, Against The Whole Scheme Of Life, A Desecration.

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.