People Are Inexterminable - Like Flies And

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.

Sentences Are Not Different Enough To Hold The Attention Unless They Are Dramatic. No Ingenuity Of Varying Structure Will Do. All That Can Save Them Is The Speaking Tone Of Voice Somehow Entangled In The Words And Fastened To The Page For The Ear Of The Imagination. That Is All That Can Save Poetry From Sing-song, All That Can Save Prose From Itself.

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

Out Alone In The Winter Rain, / Intent On Giving And Taking Pain.

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.