Every Noon As The Clock Hands Arrive

We Did Not Come To Remain Whole. We Came To Lose Our Leaves Like The Trees, Trees That Start Again.

Two Birds Fly Past. They Are Needed Somewhere.

I Have Risen To A Body Not Yet Born, Existing Like A Light Around A Body Through Which The Body Moves Like A Sliding Moon.

When An Elder Turns To Face The Dead, That Means He Turns Away From Facing The Future And His Own Retirement In Phoenix, Let's Say. He Turns And Finds Himself Facing The Children.

A Person Who Discreetly Farts In An Elevator Is Not A Divine Being, And A Man Needs To Know This.