as Poe's Ravenopposed to the cravingcraven is to deny your darknesswhere in timid fair, outways your bleak tis a midnight warning to all cowardsbeware of the callingit will exact chaos on your calm Your mild-mannered ways will turn to dustand a...

You could see in the blush in his faceHe was life itselfHe spoke about the starsWith the same tone he spokeAbout his beloved motherAnd it infected meAnd I was in fire.

I was free for a minute -- not all of me but enough that I could finally breathe   i took it all in, too -- swallowed all of it at once, fearful of the inevitable loss, and held it warm against my old manbones as long as I could, my soul dancing like a feather in the wind