O Lord, Deliver Me From The Man

Time Past And Time Future Allow But A Little Consciousness. To Be Conscious Is Not To Be In Time.

And The Lost Heart Stiffens And Rejoices In The Lost Lilac And The Lost Sea Voices And The Weak Spirit Quickens To Rebel For The Bent Golden-rod And The Lost Sea Smell Quickens To Recover.

And I Will Show You Something Different From Either Your Shadow At Morning Striding Behind You Or Your Shadow At Evening Rising To Meet You I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust

It Is Only In The World Of Objects That We Have Time And Space And Selves.

Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under The Burden.