What If Someone Gave A

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

Poetry Is A Theorem Of A Yellow-silk Handkerchief Knotted With Riddles, Sealed In A Balloon Tied To The Tail Of A Kite Flying In A White Wind Against A Blue Sky In Spring.

Money Is Power, Freedom, A Cushion, The Root Of All Evil, The Sum Of Blessings.

I Won't Take My Religion From Any Man Who Never Works Except With His Mouth.

It Is The Business Of Little Minds To Shrink.