Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

I Dwell In Possibilities .

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

Further In Summer Than The Birds Pathetic From The Grass A Minor Nation Celebrates Its Unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance Be Seen So Gradual The Grace A Pensive Custom It Becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest Felt At Noon When August Burning Low Arise This Spectral Canticle Repose To Typify Remit As Yet No Grace No Furrow On The Glow Yet A Druidic Difference Enhances Nature Now.

How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears A Human Soul.

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.