Oh Rose thou art well. The invisible worm, Who flew in the night In that howling storm Found sweet forgiveness For your crimson joy, Climbed out and flew away A much happier boy.
a particle of truth endured in my sea of fiction somehow it called to you and you heard identification demands recognition the most fundamental of forces refuses to be denied unencumbered by fear we dance on our own frequency in a universe that knows no time *** Both an eternal student and
(for Burtis Dorning) But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. John 4: 14 As fearless farm boys crossed an ocean to fight and die in a war like no other before it, you, a child too young for battalions and brigades, performed