Anger As Soon As Fed

Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And There Lies Freedom.

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

It Was A Quiet Way - He Asked If I Was His - I Made No Answer Of The Tongue But Answer Of The Eyes - And Then He Bore Me On Before This Mortal Noise With Swiftness, As Of Chariots And Distance, As Of Wheels. This World Did Drop Away As Acres From The Feet Of One That Leaneth From Balloon Upon An Ether Street. The Gulf Behind Was Not, The Continents Were New - Eternity Was Due. No Seasons Were To Us - It Was Not Night Nor Morn - But Sunrise Stopped Upon The Place And Fastened In Dawn.

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?