The Soul Cannot Be Humbled By Fasts

Whatever Is Felt Upon The Page Without Being Specifically Named There — That, One Might Say, Is Created.

The Summer Moon Hung Full In The Sky. For The Time Being It Was The Great Fact Of The World.

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere. Here You Are An Individual, You Have A Background Of Your Own, You Would Be Missed. But Off There In The Cities There Are Thousands Of Rolling Stones Like Me. We Are All Alike; We Have No Ties, We Know Nobody, We Own Nothing.

What If - What If Life Itself Were The Sweetheart?

That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great.