We Can Never Be Born

Who Knows If The Moon's / A Balloon, Coming Out Of A Keen City / In The Sky - Filled With Pretty People?

Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight.

...and Down They Forgot As Up They Grew.

The Poems To Come Are For You And For Me And Are Not For Mostpeople... You And I Are Human Beings; Mostpeople Are Snobs.

Unless You Love Someone, Nothing Else Makes Any Sense.