The Tides Are In Our

Imagination, The Traitor Of The Mind, Has Taken My Solitude And Slain It.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.

Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

Well: The Day Is A Poem But Too Much Like One Of Jeffers's, Crusted With Blood And Barbaric Omens Painful To Excess, Inhuman As A Hawk's Cry.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful... ... The Wholeness Of Life And Things, The Divine Beauty Of The Universe. Love That, Not Man Apart From That, Or Else You Will Share Man's Pitiful Confusions, Or Drown In Despair When His Days Darken.