The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An

An Altered Look About The Hills; A Tyrian Light The Village Fills; A Wider Sunrise In The Dawn; A Deeper Twilight On The Lawn; A Print Of A Vermilion Foot; A Purple Finger On The Slope; A Flippant Fly Upon The Pane; A Spider At His Trade Again; An Added Strut In Chanticleer; A Flower Expected Everywhere.

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.