Who Rise From Flesh To

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

In This Place Of Light: He Dares To Live Who Stops Being A Bird, Yet Beats His Wings Against The Immense Immeasurable Emptiness Of Things.

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)