Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

More Each Particular Person Is(my Love) Alive Than Every World Can Understand And Now You Are And I Am Now And We're A Mystery That Will Never Happen Again, A Miracle Which Has Never Happened Before And Shining This Our Now Must Come To Then

I Imagine That Yes Is The Only Living Thing.

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.