The Canadian Voice Is Still

I'm One Of The Cliches That Has Grown Up.

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.