The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change