My Business Is Circumference.

The Power To Console Is Not Within Corporeal Reach - Though Its Attempt Is Precious.

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.

Our Little Kinsmen After Rain In Plenty May Be Seen, A Pink And Pulpy Multitude The Tepid Ground Upon; A Needless Life If Seemed To Me Until A Little Bird As To A Hospitality Advanced And Breakfasted.