O To Be In Finland/ Now That

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

All Ignorance Toboggans Into Know And Trudges Up To Ignorance Again.

I Do Not Know What It Is About You That Closes And Opens;only Something In Me Understands The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.