Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

You're Rowing By Wordlight

With A Changing Key, You Unlock The House Where The Snow Of What’s Silenced Drifts. Just Like The Blood That Bursts From Your Eye Or Mouth Or Ear, So Your Key Changes. Changing Your Key Changes The Word That May Drift With Flakes. Just Like The Wind That Rebuffs You, Clenched Round Your Word Is The Snow.

Don't Sign Your Name Between Worlds, Surmount The Manifold Of Meanings, Trust The Tearstain, Learn To Live.

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its Own Target Into The Decidedly Secret Tangle