Phosphor Sunday upon a path and sandals lain dark wood deep of anodyne mind, and moon whose light came names the way, of transits aim trespass tracks, and compass keen Deep wood dark, and listening concede that somewhere, someone's been on ambits fair and Sabbath seen the blind have seen more than we of this world and it's reasoning Phosphor Sunday, 'n swaddling and what's between what has been? E.R Ganz
