Her song pressed out what was good,
speaking about night and alone
And how to make the giants go away.
Her anger was mild and her forgiveness
peppered with flavor from street
Lights and city traffic, yet she exhibited a
cruel disturbance, like chaos by the numbers;
a painting of sadness. She warned that
dust waits for no one and the vulnerable
eat cautiously, while the key to success is
to envision the end.
Roger Singer 