We're Anything Brighter Than Even The Sun

The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner. Mind Looked Long At The Sticky Moon Opening In Dusk Her New Wings Then Decently Hanged Himself,one Afternoon. The Last Thing He Saw Was You Naked Amid Unnaked Things.

Love Is The Every Only God

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.

The Artist Is Not A Man Who Describes, But A Man Who Feels.

Always The Beautiful Answer Who Asks A More Beautiful Question.