Nothing Is The Force That

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

I Have An Appetite For Silence.

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

I Dwell In Possibilities .

The Brain Is Just The Weight Of God-- For--heft Them--pound For Pound-- And They Will Differ--if They Do-- As Syllable From Sound