The Luck Will Alter And

My Road Leads Me Seawards To The White Dipping Sails.

Life Is A Long Headache In A Noisy Street.

Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch Of Sky, Earth's Jest A Dusty Road.

What Am I, Life? A Thing Of Watery Salt Held In Cohesion By Unresting Cells, Which Work They Know Not Why, Which Never Halt, Myself Unwitting Where Their Master Dwells?

His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.