Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am

There Was No Violence, No Speed. It Moved To The Rhythm Of An Elder Dance, Putting All The Rituals Of The World To Shame. Black, Silver, Gold And Moon-opal, Night And Sea, Fire, Earth, Air And Water.

Dawn Rose From The Desert And Turned The River To Wine.

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

I Tend Not To Analyse My Work, Though I'm Frequently Intrigued When Other People Take Time To Do So.