My Friends Are My Estate.

Remorse Is Memory Awake.

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.

I Hide Myself Within My Flower That Wearing On Your Breast, You, Unsuspecting, Wear Me Too - And Angels Know The Rest. I Hide Myself Within My Flower, That, Fading From Your Vase, You, Unsuspecting, Feel For Me Almost A Loneliness.