The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living

I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive. Sometimes I Despair Of Ever Mastering It, Getting It Right. When I'm Old, Perhaps.

If You Run Away From Trouble, It Always Follows.' Rather My Impression, Too. Though That Never Stopped Me Trying.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.

Condemned And Executioner With Aren't Coupled In A Primitive Rite.