The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

It Was A Quiet Way - He Asked If I Was His - I Made No Answer Of The Tongue But Answer Of The Eyes - And Then He Bore Me On Before This Mortal Noise With Swiftness, As Of Chariots And Distance, As Of Wheels. This World Did Drop Away As Acres From The Feet Of One That Leaneth From Balloon Upon An Ether Street. The Gulf Behind Was Not, The Continents Were New - Eternity Was Due. No Seasons Were To Us - It Was Not Night Nor Morn - But Sunrise Stopped Upon The Place And Fastened In Dawn.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.

Publication - Is The Auction Of The Mind.