Action Is Redemption.

The Crime, From Us, Is Hidden, [though] He Is Presumed To Know.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

Sweet Skepticism Of The Heart That Knows And Does Not Know And Tosses Like A Fleet Of Balm Affronted By The Snow.

I Felt It Shelter To Speak To You.