Each Servant Stamps The Reader With A

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

And The Way Though Discontinuous, And Intermittent, Sometimes Not Heard Of For Years At A Time, Did, Nonetheless, Move Up, Although, To His Surprise It Was Inside The House, And Always Getting Narrower.

Some Certified Nut Will Try To Tell You It's Poetry, (it's Extraordinary, It Makes A Great Deal Of Sense) But Watch Out Or He'll Start With Some New Notion Or Other.

What Is The Past, What Is It All For? A Mental Sandwich?

Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their Objects Find?