At The Round Earth's Imagined

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

As States Subsist In Part By Keeping Their Weaknesses From Being Known, So Is It The Quiet Of Families To Have Their Chancery And Their Parliament Within Doors, And To Compose And Determine All Emergent Differences There.