.  SHAME IS PRIDE'S CLOAK  Anger, greed, sorrow, pride -   just possibilities that haunt  because they are not whole;  the implications of time and space,  not crows and small birds in the morning,  not the grey wind nor the gold.  Unbodied speech and disappointments,  exquisite clues  to everything you use  to become unlovable.  Once again you fail.  Bow with humility, bow with rage.  Bow to the one  who bows before the wind.  Lift up your voice and plead for all.  