I Come From A Family Of Great

Just As A Snowflakewent On To Feed A Puddle That Filled A Stream And Then The River, Thepumpkin Patch Is A Gathering Of Molecules From My Old Goats, Chickens,and Cats, Feeding The Underworld Of Dirt Creatures. And Somewhere, Myfather's Ashes Mingle With Birds, Air, And Sea.

They Thought To Use And Shame Me But I Win Out By Nature, Because A True Freak Cannot Be Made. A True Freak Must Be Born.

I Remember, In Hot Floods, The Way He Slept, Still As Death, With His Face Washed Flat, Stony As A Carved Tomb And Exquisite. His Weakness And His Ravening Bitter Needs Were Terrible, And Beautiful, And Irresistible As An Earthquake. He Scalded Or Smothered Anyone He Needed, But His Needing And The Hurt That It Caused Me Were The Most Life I Have Ever Had. Remember What A Poor Thing I Have Always Been And Forgive Me.

It Is Coincidence, I Decide, And I Am Getting Old And Batty, Thinking The Universe Revolves Around Me.

Basically, We Are Pack Animals. We May Be Evolving Toward Hive Animals. The Nature Of The Pack Is That If All The Eyes Of The Pack Are On You, You Are Either The Leader, Or You Are Lunch. So It's A Basically Hazardous Situation To Have The Eyes Of The Pack Upon You. And I Think That's Really Visceral. I Think That's Bred In The Bone. That's Species - Deep.