There's Wisdom In Wine.

February Dawn -- Frost On The Path Where I Paced All Winter.

I Want A Blaze Of Light To Flame In Me Forever In A Timeless, Dear Love Of Everything. And Why Should I Pretend To Want Anything Else?

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

Struggle To Sketch The Flow That Already Exists Intact In Mind.

If You Own A Rug You Own Too Much.