Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

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.