A Fine Thing To Be Talking About

It No Longer Makes Me Cry And Die And Tear Myself To See Her Go Because Everything Goes Away From Me Like That Now — Girls, Visions, Anything, Just In The Same Way And Forever And I Accept Lostness Forever.

What Is That Feeling When You're Driving Away From People And They Recede On The Plain Till You See Their Specks Dispersing? - It's The Too-huge World Vaulting Us, And It's Good-by. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies.

Eager For Bread And Love.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

You Seek Identity In The Midst Of Indistinguishab Le Chaos, In Sprawling Nameless Reality.