You Do Not See The River Of

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Beyond My Body My Veins Are Invisible.

God Has Given A Great Deal To Man, But Man Would Like Something From Man.