What Falls Away Is Always. And Is

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion