Art Is Our Defense Against

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

I Always Felt Mean, Jogging Back Over The Logging Road,as If I Had Broken The Natural Order Of Things In That Swampland;disturbed Some Rhythm, Old And Of Vast Importance,by Pulling Off Flesh From The Living Planet;as If I Had Committed, Against The Whole Scheme Of Life, A Desecration.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.