The Earth Swirls Down Through The Ominous

He Saw In Happiness The Seeds Of Independence, And In Independence The Seeds Of Revolt.

To Live At All Is Miracle Enough.

The Sun Sank With A Sob And Darkness Waded In From All Horizons So That The Sky Contracted And There Was No More Light Left In The World, When, At This Very Moment Of Annihilation, The Moon, As Though She Had Been Waiting For Her Cue, Sailed Up The Night.

The Earth Swirls Down Through The Ominous Moons Of Preconsidered Generations.

What Is Time... That You Speak Of It So Subserviently? Are We To Be The Slaves Of The Sun, That Second-hand, Overrated Knob Of Gilt, Or Of His Sister, That Fatuous Circle Of Silver Paper? A Curse Upon Their Ridiculous Dictatorship!