Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

And Then--a Day As Huge As Yesterdays In Pairs, Unrolled Its Horror In My Face-- Until It Blocked My Eyes

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men