If You Break Little Promises, You'll Break

See The Hand That Nursed The Serpent. The Fine Hasped Pipes Of Her Fingerbones. The Skin Bewenned And Speckled. The Veins Are Milkblue And Bulby. A Thin Gold Ring Set With Diamonds. That Raised The Once Child's Heart Of Her To Agonies Of Passion Before I Was. Here Is The Anguish Of Mortality. Hopes Wrecked, Love Sundered. See The Mother Sorrowing. How Everything That I Was Warned Of's Come To Pass.

What Business Is It Of Yours Where I'm From, Friendo?

Query: How Does The Never To Be Differ From What Never Was?

Not All Dying Words Are True And This Blessing Is No Less Real For Being Shorn Of Its Ground.

I Guess If Everybody Went Crazy Together Nobody Would Notice.