And The Elephant Sings Deep In The

He Could Not Stand. It Was Not That He Could Not Thrive, He Was Born With Everything But The Will – That Can Be Deformed, Just Like A Limb. Death Was More Interesting To Him. Life Could Not Get His Attention.

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.

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

He Was His Own Leftover, The Spat-out Scrag. He Was What His Brain Could Make Nothing Of.

But Who Is Stronger Than Death? Me , Evidently .