I've Given Offense By Saying

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And Rout And Be My Love In The Rain.

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look