Words Are Grown So False, I Am

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.