A Man Is Whole Only

New York Rose Out Of The Water Like A Great Wave That Found It Impossible To Return Again And So Remained There In Horror, Peering Out Of The Million Windows Man Had Caged It With.

Certainty Always Produces Questions, Uncertainty Statements. It Is A Balancing Law Of Nature.

The Heart Of The Jealous Knows The Best And Most Satisfying Love, That Of The Other's Bed, Where The Rival Perfects The Lover's Imperfections.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?