The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This

Better Hope Deferred Than None.

Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.

For In Me There Have Always Been Two Fools, Among Others, One Asking Nothing Better Than To Stay Where He Is And The Other Imagining That Life Might Be Slightly Less Horrible A Little Further On.

Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.