Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your

There Must Be Real Gods See, The Painted Gods How Fair!

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Love Is A Garment Riven In The Light That Rises From Parnassus, Showing The Night Is Over.

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?