Again I Must Remind You That A

Genuine Poetry Can Communicate Before It Is Understood.

Love Compels Cruelty To Those Who Do Not Understand Love.

And Now You Live Dispersed On Ribbon Roads, And No Man Knows Or Cares Who Is His Neighbor Unless His Neighbor Makes Too Much Disturbance, But All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars, Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

I Gotta Use Words To Talk To You.

Time Past And Time Future What Might Have Been And What Has Been Point To One End, Which Is Always Present.