Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is

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

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.