The Sweets Of Pillage Can Be Known

Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.

Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night