That Is My Being, The Madness Of

God, I Can Push The Grass Apart And Lay My Finger On Thy Heart.

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!

Let Geese Gabble And Hiss, But Heroes Seek Release From Dusty Bondage Into Luminous Air.

The Young Are So Old, They Are Born With Their Fingers Crossed.

The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two And Let The Face Of God Shine Through.