Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep

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

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

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.