Sister, Mother And Spirit Of The River,

Time For You And Time For Me, And Time Yet For A Hundred Indecisions, And For A Hundred Visions And Revisions, Before The Taking Of A Toast And Tea.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

In A World Of Fugitives, The Person Taking The Opposite Direction Will Appear To Run Away.

I Should Have Been A Pair Of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across The Floors Of Silent Seas.

Life Is Long Between The Desire And The Spasm.