And The Reason That I Laugh And

The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of Angry Candy

May My Mind Stroll About Hungry And Fearless And Thirsty And Supple And Even If Its Sunday May I Be Wrong For Whenever Men Are Right They Are Not Young

Art Is A Mystery. A Mystery Is Something Immeasurable.

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

Women And Men(both Little And Small) Cared For Anyone Not At All They Sowed Their Isn’t They Reaped Their Same Sun Moon Stars Rain