You Cried For Night - It Falls.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.

I Marshalled The Words And Opened My Mouth, Thinking I Would Hear Them. But All I Heard Was A Kind Of Rattle, Unintelligible Even To Me Who Knew What Was Intended.

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.