I Feel As If I Am An

Finding Is Losing Something Else. I Think About, Perhaps Even Mourn, What I Lost To Find This

One Day Time Will Die And Love Will Bury It

I Wonder If There Are Any Catfish In This Pond? It Seems Like A Perfect Place For Them.

I Like To Think (it Has To Be!) Of A Cybernetic Ecology Where We Are Free Of Our Labors And Joined Back To Nature, Returned To Our Mammal Brothers And Sisters, And All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace.

For The Rest Of My Life I'll Be Thinking About That Hamburger. I'll Be Sitting There At The Counter, Holding It In My Hands With Tears Streaming Down My Cheeks. The Waitress Will Be Looking Away Because She Doesn't Like To See Kids Crying When They Are Eating Hamburgers.