Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

I Knew It Would Soon Be The End, So I Played The Part, You Know, The Part Of — How Shall I Say, I Don’t Know.

How All Becomes Clear And Simple When One Opens An Eye On The Within, Having Of Course Previously Exposed It To The Without, In Order To Benefit By The Contrast.

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

We Could Have Saved Sixpence. We Could Have Saved Fivepence. But At What Cost?

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.