No One Knows The Colour

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

Lift Up Our Eyes To You? No, God, We Stare And Stare, Upon A Nearer Thing That Greets Us Here, Death, Violent And Near.

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.