Let The Light Be Called

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's Knot.

Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance Remains.

Rats Live On No Evil Star

The Snow Has Quietness In It; No Songs, No Smells, No Shouts Or Traffic. When I Speak My Own Voice Shocks Me.