What Happened Casually Remains -

The World Rolls Under The Long Thrust Of His Heel. Over The Cage Floor The Horizons Come.

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

And The Elephant Sings Deep In The Forest-maze About A Star Of Deathless And Painless Peace But No Astronomer Can Find Where It Is.

I Shall Also Take You Forth And Carve Our Names Together In A Yew Tree, Haloed With Stars.

The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.