Dreams Are All I Have Ever Truly

Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet. Thus It Is, Trees Eat Themselves.

Creation Never Ceased On The Sixth Evening, It Occurs To The Young Man. Creation Unfolds Around Us, Despite Us And Through Us At The Speed Of Days And Nights. And We Call It Love.

Don't Remember Summer Even Saying Goodbye.

Love's Pure Free Joy When It Works, But When It Goes Bad You Pay For The Good Hours At Loan-shark Prices.

Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.