Well: The Day Is A Poem But

They Import And They Consume Reality.

Still The Mind Smiles At Its Own Rebellions.

Cruelty Is A Part Of Nature, At Least Of Human Nature, But It Is The One Thing That Seems Unnatural To Us.

Does It Matter Whether You Hate Yourself? At Least Love Your Eyes That Can See, Your Mind That Can Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The Wings.

A Little Too Abstract, A Little Too Wise, It Is Time For Us To Kiss The Earth Again, It Is Time To Let The Leaves Rain From The Skies, Let The Rich Life Run To The Roots Again.