Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.