By Daily Dying, I Have

How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind, Until We Are Pure Spirit At The End.

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

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.