I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention