We Are But Skin About A Wind,

The Seal, She Lounges Like A Bride,much Too Docile, There's No Doubt;madame Récamier, On Side,(if Such She Has), And Bottom Out.

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

Even The Contemplative Life Is Only An Effort, Nora My Dear, To Hide The Body So The Feet Won’t Stick Out.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.

Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself.