Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

Oh To Follow The Road That Leads Away From Everything, Without Anguish, Death, Winter Waiting Along It With Their Eyes Open Through The Dew.

Maybe Someone Will Know I Didn't Weave Crowns To Draw Blood; That I Faught Against Mockery; That I Did Fill The High Tide Of My Soul With Truth. I Repaid Vileness With Doves.

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

When Did The Lemons Learn The Same Creed As The Sun?

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.