The Summer Demands And Takes

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

Reading Is A Pleasure, But To Finish Reading, To Come To The Blank Space At The End, Is Also A Pleasure.

Just Keep Playing, Mastering As You Do The Step Into Disorder This One Meant. Don't You See It's All We Can Do? Meanwhile, Great Fires Arise, As Of Haystacks Aflame. The Dial Has Been Set And That's Ominous, But All Your Graciousness In Living Conspires With It, Now That This Is Our Home: A Place To Be From, And Have People Ask About.

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night.

It Is Written In The Book Of Usable Minutes That All Things Have Their Center In Their Dying.