You Cannot Fold A Flood

I Stepped From Plank To Plank So Slow And Cautiously; The Stars About My Head I Felt, About My Feet The Sea. I Knew Not But The Next Would Be My Final Inch,— This Gave Me That Precarious Gait Some Call Experience.

This World Is Not Conclusion. A Sequel Stands Beyond- Invisible, As Music- But Positive, As Sound.

Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A Shifting Plate.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking Of A Door.