Old Age Comes On Suddenly,

Forever - Is Composed Of Nows - 'tis Not A Different Time... Let Months Dissolve In Further Months - And Years - Exhale In Years.

Remorse Is Memory Awake.

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."

My Business Is Circumference.