And So You See I Have Come

Hide It In A Hiding Place Where No One Ever Goes Put It In Your Pantry With Your Cupcakes

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

Time, Time, Time, See What's Become Of Me, While I Looked Around, For My Possibilities; I Was So Hard To Please

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me