Pain Wanders Through My Bones

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

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.