My Last Defense / Is The Present

We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

Do Not Be Afraid Of No, Who Has So Far, So Very Far To Go.

With Melted Opals For My Milk, Pearl-leaf For My Cracker.

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.