Jeffers on salvation- the eventuality, winning by grace. Meditation On Saviors " Love, the mad wine of good and evil, the saint's and murderer's, the mote in the eye that makes its object Shine the sun black; the trap in which it is better to catch the inhuman God than the hunter's own image. " Little dare I care if I hold, comprehending, holding center most attention, intending
to behold a beauty we all share below our cares, cast away, worry of worthlessness being made known, when I die, and you are not made aware I was ever there.
To all the unread poets, a muse I used has gone to offer solace devoted to silence.
I find Jeffers, again, I walk the hills west of Mendicino County, imagining Glass Beaches in the future, as all our excess erodes.