The Only Commandment I Ever Obeyed —

The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky.

Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth Outlasts The Sun.

Death Is A Supple Suitor, That Wins At Last. It Is A Stealthy Wooing; Conducted First By Pallid Innuendos And Dim Approach, But Brave At Last With Bugles.

There Is A Pain So Utter, It Swallows Being Up; The Covers The Abyss With A Trance So Memory Can Step Around, Across, Upon It.

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.