Comes The Time When It's Later And

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

I Know This Body Is Impatient. I Know I Constitute Only A Meager Voice And Mind. Yet I Loved, I Love. I Want No Sentimentality. I Want No More Than Home.

What A Great Thing! To Be A Writer! Words Are Something You Can Carry In Your Head. You Can Really 'travel Light.'