It's Spring When The World Is Puddle-wonderful

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

Life's Not A Paragraph And Death I Think Is No Parenthesis

Maybe God Is A Child ‘s Hand)very Carefully Bring -ing To You And To Me(and Quite With Out Crushing)the Papery Weightless Diminutive World With A Hole In It Out Of Which Demons With Wings Would Be Streaming If Something Had(maybe They Couldn’t Agree)not Happened(and Floating- Ly Int O

Tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address.

We're Anything Brighter Than Even The Sun