Truly As The Sun Can Rot Or

The Sweet Air Coming Into Your House On A Fine Day, From Water Etched With Waves As Formal As The Scales On A Fish.

Revision Is Its Own Reward.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.

That Which Is Impossible To Force, It Is Impossible To Hinder.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.