In The Kingdom Of Bang

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

I Can Hear, Underground, That Sucking And Sobbing, In My Veins, In My Bones I Feel It,- The Small Water Seeping Upward, The Tight Grains Parting At Last. When Sprouts Break Out, Slippery As Fish, I Quail, Lean To Beginnings, Sheath-wet.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.