Out Alone In The Winter

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length

The Best Way Out Is Always Through.

... A Nation Has To Take Its Natural Course Of Progress Round And Round In Circles From King To Mob To King To Mob To King Until The Eddy Of It Eddies Out.

Earth Would Soon Be Uninhabitable As The Moon. What For That Matter Had It Ever Been? Who Advised Man To Come And Live Therein?