No One Ever Really Gets

Beautiful Women Are Always Drawn To Men They Think Will Keep Them Beautiful.

Very Soon He Will Vanish Completely In The Wings Of His Own Wordless Stanza. [ ] But His Stanza Is Not Completely Empty [ * ]

The Ruminations Are Mine, Let The World Be Yours.

I Took My Morning Walk, I Took My Evening Walk, I Ate Something, I Thought About Something, I Wrote, I Napped And Dreamt Something Too, And With All That Something, I Still Have Nothing Because So Much Of Sum’thing Has Always Been And Always Will Be You.

He [zampano] Probably Would Of Insisted On Corrections And Edits, He Was His Own Harshest Critic, But I've Come To Believe Errors, Especially Written Errors, Are Often The Only Markers Left By A Solitary Life: To Sacrifice Them Is To Lose The Angels Of Personality, The Riddle Of A Soul. In This Case A Very Old Soul. A Very Old Riddle.