For Whenever Men Are Right

Here's To Opening And Upward... And To Yourself And Up With You And Up With And Up With Laughing.

I Will Take The Sun In My Mouth And Leap Into The Ripe Air Alive With Closed Eyes To Dash Against Darkness

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

The Sensual Mysticism Of Entire Vertical Being.

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.