TEARS
I'm crying all the time now.
I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall. I cried listening to Bach.
I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard, I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.
Happiness exists I feel it.
I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul.
God appearing to be seen and cried over. Overflowing heart of Paterson.
Arctic, 1956