Between The Vision And The Act Lies

After Such Knowledge, What Forgiveness?

Ash On An Old Man's Sleeve / Is All The Ash The Burnt Roses Leave, / Dust In The Air Suspended / Marks The Place Where A Story Ended.

Home Is Where One Starts From.

April Is The Cruelest Month, Breeding Lilacs Out Of The Dead Land, Mixing Memory And Desire, Stirring Dull Roots With Spring Rain.

People Exercise An Unconscious Selection In Being Influenced.