I Bleed My Bones, Their

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

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 Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

A Too Explicit Elucidation In Education Destroys Much Of The Pleasure Of Learning. There Should Be Room For Sly Hinters, Masters Of Suggestion.