Hope Is Not Found In

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

A Turning Point In Modern History.