Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

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

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes Out A Beginner.

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.