For Love - I Would Split Open

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

It Is Hard Going To The Door Cut So Small In The Wall Where The Vision Which Echoes Loneliness Brings A Scent Of Wild Flowers In The Wood.

I Did However Used To Think, You Know, In The Woods Walking, And As A Kid Playing In The Woods, That There Was A Kind Of Immanence There — That Woods, And Places Of That Order, Had A Sense, A Kind Of Presence, That You Could Feel; That There Was Something Peculiarly, Physically Present, A Feeling Of Place Almost Conscious ... Like God. It Evoked That.

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.