I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.