A Tree Is Best Measured When It

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.

There Are Dreams Stronger Than Death. Men And Women Die Holding These Dreams.