Endow The Living - With The Tears

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

No Ladder Needs The Bird But Skies To Situate Its Wings, Nor Any Leaders Grim Baton Arraigns It As It Sings.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

Ample Make This Bed. Make This Bed With Awe; In It Wait Till Judgment Break Excellent And Fair. Be Its Mattress Straight, Be Its Pillow Round; Let No Sunrise’ Yellow Noise Interrupt This Ground.

I Am Nobody! Who Are You? Are You A Nobody, Too?