My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.