Show Him Every Dawn & Read To

The World's Decay Where The Wind's Hands Have Passed, And My Head, Worn Out With Love, At Rest In My Hands, And My Hands Full Of Dust.

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

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

You Are Who You Choose To Be.

Haven’t You Heard Of The Music Of The Spheres?” Asked The Dragon. “it’s The Music That Space Makes To Itself. All The Spirits Inside All The Stars Are Singing. I’m A Star Spirit. I Sing Too. The Music Of The Spheres Is What Makes Space So Peaceful.