That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.