It Is No Madness To

Lift Up Our Eyes To You? No, God, We Stare And Stare, Upon A Nearer Thing That Greets Us Here, Death, Violent And Near.

It Is No Madness To Say You Will Fall, You Great Cities.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

No One Knows The Colour Of A Flower Till It Is Broken.

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.