Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More

I Did Not Die, And Yet I Lost Life’s Breath

He Who Shall Never Be Divided From Me Kissed My Mouth All Trembling.

Doubting Charms Me Not Less Than Knowledge.

…all Things Created Have An Order In Themselves, And This Begets The Form That Lets The Universe Resemble God.

If Your World Isn't Right, The Cause Is In You.