The Past Is Not A Package One

I Hide Myself Within My Flower That Wearing On Your Breast, You, Unsuspecting, Wear Me Too - And Angels Know The Rest. I Hide Myself Within My Flower, That, Fading From Your Vase, You, Unsuspecting, Feel For Me Almost A Loneliness.

Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind That Were The Mind Dissolved - The Site Of It By Architect Could Not Again Be Proved.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles In The Ground