Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.