The Soul Is Not A Soul, Has

I Like Poems You Can Tack All Over With A Hammer And There Are No Hollow Places.

Life Is Beautiful. He Who Reads That As In The Window Of Some Distant, Speeding Train Knows What He Wants, And What Will Befall.

The Gray Glaze Of The Past Attacks All Know-how...

I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were Immortal And Free.

Once A Happy Old Man One Can Never Change The Core Of Things, And Light Burns You The Harder For It.