Love Is The Whole And

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.

...on Forever's Very Now We Stand.

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

Guilt Is The Cause Of More Marauders Than History's Most Obscene Disauders

Sweet Springtime Is My Time Is Your Time Is Our Time For Springtime Is Love Time And Viva Sweet Love.