I Shall Also Take You Forth And

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.

Where White Is Black And Black Is White, I Won.

So We Found The End Of Our Journey. So We Stood, Alive In The River Of Light, Among The Creatures Of Light, Creatures Of Light.

Nobody Wanted Your Dance, Nobody Wanted Your Strange Glitter, Your Floundering Drowning Life And Your Effort To Save Yourself, Treading Water, Dancing The Dark Turmoil, Looking For Something To Give.