What Falls Away Is Always.

Wake The Happy Words.

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.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.