I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.