Walk With The Dead For Fear Of

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live. They Come, They Wake Us Time And Time Over. Theyare To Be Happy In: Where Can We Live But Days?

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.