Tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address.

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

The Hardest Fight A Man Has To Fight Is To Live In A World Where Every Single Day Someone Is Trying To Make You Someone You Do Not Want To Be--

-tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address And There They’ll Scarcely Find Us(if They Do, We’ll Move Away Still Further:into Now

What If A Dawn Of A Doom Of A Dream Bites This Universe In Two, Peels Forever Out Of His Grave, And Sprinkles Nowhere With Me And You?

In The Street Of The Sky Night Walks Scattering Poems