I Dwell In Possibility.

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

March Is The Month Of Expectation, The Things We Do Not Know, The Persons Of Prognostication Are Coming Now. We Try To Sham Becoming Firmness, But Pompous Joy Betrays Us, As His First Betrothal Betrays A Boy.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior--for Doors Of Chambers As The Cedars Impregnable Of Eye And For An Everlasting Roof The Gambrels Of The Sky Of Visitors--the Fairest For Occupation--this The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands To Gather Paradise

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?