What Happens In The Heart

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.

The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.

Show Him Every Dawn & Read To Him Endlessly.

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

I Sit In The Top Of The Wood, My Eyes Closed. Inaction, No Falsifying Dream Between My Hooked Head And Hooked Feet: Or In Sleep Rehearse Perfect Kills And Eat.