In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

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

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.