The Mind Is An Enchanting

I Am Hard To Disgust, But A Pretentious Poet Can Do It

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

What Is There In Being Able To Say That One Has Dominated The Stream In An Attitude Of Self-defense; In Proving That One Has Had The Experience Of Carrying A Stick?

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.