Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.