First Thought, Best Thought.

The Weight Of The World Is Love. Under The Burden Of Solitude, Under The Burden Of Dissatisfaction.

No Rest Without Love, No Sleep Without Dreams Of Love- Be Mad Or Chill Obsessed With Angels Or Machines, The Final Wish Is Love -cannot Be Bitter, Cannot Deny, Cannot Withhold If Denied: The Weight Is Too Heavy

We're Not Our Skin Of Grime, We're Not Our Dread Bleak Dusty Imageless Locomotive, We're All Beautiful Golden Sunflowers Inside, We're Blessed By Our Own Seed & Hairy Naked Accomplishment-bodies Growing Into Mad Black Formal Sunflowers In The Sunset, Spied On By Our Eyes Under The Shadow Of The Mad Locomotive Riverbank Sunset Frisco Hilly Tincan Evening Sitdown Vision.

Scientist Alone Is True Poet He Gives Us The Moon He Promises The Stars He'll Make Us A New Universe If It Comes To That.

I Didn't Know The Names Of The Flowers - Now My Garden Is Gone.