Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating

And there is but One of It So then with no-one to delight The parallax is a radical explosio… of infinite variability with no known meaning or destinati…

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral

There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver

Here in the suburb of Royalwood e… looks as it did decades ago, entro… where the deep slumber of human li… age and breed with rapidity and se… We sat out here and explored the…

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

I still know what it is to dance, I won’t discount romance, and if I like how it looks, I’ll eat it or wear it

When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home