The Powerful Don't Make Revolutions

The People I Love The Best, Jump Into Work Head First Without Dallying In The Shallows.

We Lie In Each Other's Arms Eyes Shut And Fingers Open And All The Colors Of The World Pass Through Our Bodies Like Strings Of Fire.

A Strong Woman Is A Woman At Work, Cleaning Out The Cesspool Of The Ages, And While She Shovels, She Talks About How She Doesn't Mind Crying, It Opens The Ducts Of The Eyes, And Throwing Up Develops The Stomach Muscles, And She Goes On Shoveling With Tears In Her Nose.

Connections Are Made Slowly, Sometimes They Grow Underground.

The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud. Botched, It Smears The Hands, Crumbles To Dust. But The Thing Worth Doing Well Done Has A Shape That Satisfies, Clean And Evident.