The Silence Is Perfect, And Yet A

The Silence Is Perfect, And Yet A Torment.

Nothing She Did Or Said Was Quite What She Meant But Still Her Life Could Be Called A Monument Shaped In A Slant Of Available Light And Set To The Movement Of Possible Music

He Dares Not Concern Himself With The Future For Fear Of Disturbing The Present.

Open A Book This Minute And Start Reading. Don’t Move Until You’ve Reached Page Fifty. Until You’ve Buried Your Thoughts In Print. Cover Yourself With Words. Wash Yourself Away. Dissolve.

In A Long And Healthy Life, Which Is What Most Of Us Have, There Is Plenty Of Time.