I Spend My Time Dwelling

I Thought How We Might Have To Yell To Be Heard By Higher Power, But That's Not Saying It's Not There. And That Is Faith For You. It's Belief Even When The Gods Don't Deliver.

If, As I Suspect, My Body Survives By Uttering Itself Over And Over Again, Then I Have Some Questions. If [i] Am One Word, So Are My Daughters, So Are All Of Us In Strings And Loops. Each Life Is One Short Word Slowly Uttered.

Death Is The Least Civilized Rite Of Passage.

Freedom, I Found Is Not Only In The Running But In The Heart, The Mind, The Hands.

...whom He Had Saved From A Life Of Excessive Freedom