On Me Your Voice Falls As They

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.

The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like Something Almost Being Said.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear. Whether Or Not We Use It, It Goes, And Leaves What Something Hidden From Us Chose, And Age, And Then The Only End Of Age.

Clearly Money Has Something To Do With Life.

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.