Offer Them What They Secretly

All Of Life Is A Foreign Country.

Write In Recollection And Amazement For Yourself.

But Night Would Come And With It The Mountain Moon And The Lake Would Be Moon - Laned And I'd Go Out And Sit In The Grass And Meditate Facing West, Wishing There Were A Personal God In All This Impersonal Matter.

I Was Suddenly Left With Nothing In My Hands But A Handful Of Crazy Stars.

We Tiptoed Around Each Other Like Heartbreaking New Friends.