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What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

May My Silences Become More Accurate.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

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

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.