I Climb, I Backtrack. I Float. I

Music: What So Many Sentences Aspire To Be.

I Try To Be Good But Sometimes A Person Just Has To Break Out And Act Like The Wild And Springy Thing One Used To Be. It's Impossible Not To Remember Wild An Want It Back.

When It's Over I Don't Want To Wonder If I Have Made Of My Life Something Particular, And Real.

I Held My Breath As We Do Sometimes To Stop Time When Something Wonderful Has Touched Us.

In The Glare Of Your Mind, Be Modest. And Beholden To What Is Tactile, And Thrilling.