Let Me Enjoy The Earth No Less

Women Are Attracted To Silent Men. They Believe They Are Listening.

Some Folk Want Their Luck Buttered.

There Was Now A Distinct Manifestation Of Morning In The Air, And Presently The Bleared White Visage Of A Sunless Winter Day Emerged Like A Dead-born Child.

When Yellow Lights Struggle With Blue Shades In Hairlike Lines.

I Want To Question My Belief, So That What Is Left After I Have Questioned It, Will Be Even Stronger.