Now Even The Heavens Are Thankful That

Awe Is The Salve That Will Heal Our Eyes.

I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

And Patience Flees My Heart, And Reason Flees My Mind. Oh, How Drunk Can I Get To Be, Without Your Love's Security?