At Sunrise Everything Is Luminous But Not

Probably Most Catastrophes End This Way Without An Ending, The Dead Not Even Knowing How They Died...,those Who Loved Them Forever Questioning "this Unnecessary Death," And The Rest Of Us Tiring Of This Inconsolable Catastrophe And Turning To The Next One.

At Sunrise Everything Is Luminous But Not Clear.

I Knew That, When Needed, Mountains Would Move For Me.

Many Of Us Would Probably Be Better Fishermen If We Did Not Spend So Much Time Watching And Waiting For The World To Become Perfect

...life Every Now And Then Becomes Literature...as If Life Had Been Made And Not Happened.