Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

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.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.