The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?--

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.

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.