Love Begets Love. This Torment

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

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

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.