My life closed twice before its close

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

To shut your eyes is to travel.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

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 felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.