How Terrible The Need For God.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

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

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.