Joy Is For The Simple Or The

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear. Whether Or Not We Use It, It Goes, And Leaves What Something Hidden From Us Chose, And Age, And Then The Only End Of Age.

It's Easy To Write When You've Nothing To Write About (that Is, When You Are Young).