In The Pit Of Red You Hid

You Are Who You Choose To Be.

Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen. Night Passed.

What’s Writing Really About? It’s About Trying To Take Fuller Possession Of The Reality Of Your Life.

The World Rolls Under The Long Thrust Of His Heel. Over The Cage Floor The Horizons Come.

It Took The Whole Of Creation To Produce My Foot, My Each Feather: Now I Hold Creation In My Foot.