For Whatever We Lose (like A You

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

I Will Take The Sun In My Mouth And Leap Into The Ripe Air Alive With Closed Eyes To Dash Against Darkness

Whatever's Merely Willful, And Not Miraculous (be Never It So Skilful) Must Wither Fail And Cease - But Better Than To Grow Beauty Knows No.

Listen; There's A Hell Of A Good Universe Next Door: Let's Go.

May I Be I Is The Only Prayer--not May I Be Great Or Good Or Beautiful Or Wise Or Strong.