I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.