Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

I've Often Lost Myself, In Order To Find The Burn That Keeps Everything Awake

The Groom Is Like A Flower Of Gold. When He Walks, Blossoms At His Feet Unfold.

Not For A Moment, Beautiful Aged Walt Whitman, Have I Failed To See Your Beard Full Of Butterflies.

Little Black Horse. Where Are You Taking Your Dead Rider?