When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

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

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

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.