Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave,

Words Were Her Plague And Words Were Her Redemption.

Dance Until The Earth Dance.

The Christos-image Is Most Difficult To Disentangle From Its Art-craft Junk-shop Paint-and-plaster Medieval Jumble Of Pain-worship And Death-symbol.

One Flower May Slay The Winter And Meet Death.

The Race May Or May Not Be To The Swift, But Tell Me, Is It Likely That The Fight Will Be Entrusted To The Dead?