I dwell in possiblities.

I have an appetite for silence.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

To be alive──is Power.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.