Stilled Legendary Depth: It Was

This House Has Been Far Out At Sea All Night, The Woods Crashing Through Darkness, The Booming Hills, Winds Stampeding The Fields Under The Window Floundering Black Astride And Blinding Wet Till Day Rose; Then Under An Orange Sky The Hills Had New Places, And Wind Wielded Blade-light, Luminous Black And Emerald, Flexing Like The Lens Of A Mad Eye.

Where White Is Black And Black Is White, I Won.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

The World Rolls Under The Long Thrust Of His Heel. Over The Cage Floor The Horizons Come.

Applause Is The Beginning Of Abuse