The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And

The Tiger Springs In The New Year. Us He Devours.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

For He Will Do As He Do Do And There's No Doing Anything About It!

At The Still Point Of The Turning World. Neither Flesh Nor Fleshless; Neither From Nor Towards; At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

My Greatest Trouble Is Getting The Curtain Up And Down.