Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

The Ground Has On Its Clothes. The Trees Poke Out Of Sheets And Each Branch Wears The Sock Of God.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.

I Have Been Cut In Two.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.