Life ,for Eternal Us,is Now

Love Is The Every Only God

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

You Have Played, (i Think) And Broke The Toys You Were Fondest Of, And Are A Little Tired Now; Tired Of Things That Break, And— Just Tired. So Am I.

There Is No Music Unless The Drum And The Drummer Are One.

Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight.