When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

Words Were Her Plague And Words Were Her Redemption.

There Is No Man Can Take, There Is No Pool Can Slake, Ultimately I Am Alone; Ultimately I Am Done.

Dance Until The Earth Dance.