To Be Alive──is Power.

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.

Pain Has An Element Of Blank

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.

Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among. Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying. Do The Buds To Them Belong?