Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away

Two Kinds Of Gratitude: The Sudden Kind We Feel For What We Take; The Larger Kind We Feel For What We Give.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?