God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

You Must Believe A Poem Is A Holy Thing, A Good Poem, That Is.