Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your

Lift Up Our Eyes To You? No, God, We Stare And Stare, Upon A Nearer Thing That Greets Us Here, Death, Violent And Near.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.