To Ignore Or Use Silence

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach Where Presence - Is Denied Them. They Fling Their Speech By Means Of It - In God's Ear - If Then He Hear - This Sums The Apparatus Comprised In Prayer

The Spirit Lurks Within The Flesh Like Tides Within The Sea That Make The Water Live, Estranged What Would The Either Be?

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.