(i Measure Time By How

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

Love Is Not Love Until Love's Vulnerable.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.

In This Place Of Light: He Dares To Live Who Stops Being A Bird, Yet Beats His Wings Against The Immense Immeasurable Emptiness Of Things.