I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt,

No Poetic Phantasy But A Biological Reality, A Fact: I Am An Entity Like Bird, Insect, Plant Or Sea-plant Cell; I Live; I Am Alive.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.