It Would Take A Hell Of A

If You Dont Respect Me What Must You Think Of Yourself?

What He Could Bear In The Waking World He Could Not By Night And He Sat Awake For Fear The Dream Would Return.

Life Is A Memory, And Then It Is Nothing.

Keep A Little Fire Burning; However Small, However Hidden.

In The Spring Or Warmer Weather When The Snow Thaws In The Woods The Tracks Of Winter Reappear On Slender Pedestals And The Snow Reveals In Palimpsest Old Buried Wanderings, Struggles, Scenes Of Death. Tales Of Winter Brought To Light Again Like Time Turned Back Upon Itself.