Accidents of the Road to Recovery

At the stilt-dancers ball The C H A I N S A W S Curtsey

In the forest of the night I M A G I N A T I O N Roars !

Yawning at the break of dawn Oars P A R T T H E Waters

You will occupy your place Where the moon is bright and still & You W I L L C A L L Her Deep  Song

You will only be recognised by those who recognise themselves For lesser cannot greater know Within the wells of clay Until the eye of life-in-death  Awakes the light of day . Excerpt 'Sacred Fractions'

I’m glad I turned you to Stone What more Could I H A V E Said In the ascendency of the night      .   From a saying ‘Stone’ is a symbol of the Self      

Head's blown  Your life reborn  In an E N C Y C L O P A E D I A Of Verbs  

Think of it (The goddess counsels the bride Concerning her impending marriage to the god) Think of it... His delicate strength upon your thighs to lift you up and throw you down Think of it… What he means to accomplish…

The sharp sword is the kindest So they say They're W R O N G ~ T H E R E ’ S Pain Either way  

Beneath the hills of silence I R A I S E M Y B R O K E N Hand