Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of

Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services!

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.