I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth
Titans And Turncoats
From The Corner Of My Antique Eye
A Modern Voice Cannot Compare The Deeds
Are The Still Points Of The Quartered Seasons
Whose Number's The Sum Of My Sanity
So Strikes The Clock On This The Drowsy Dawn
The Seminary Of The Sown Seed
If I In My Unnumbered Years Should Fail
Until These Words I Write Infuse With Truth
I Curse The Quartered Genesis Of Spring