I Dance/for The Joy Of

Forward My Mail To Mars.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

The Heart Breaks And Breaks And Lives By Breaking It Is Necessary To Go Through Dark And Deeper Dark And Not To Turn

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.