The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

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

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.