Hope . . . Never Stops At

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.

Write Me Of Hope And Love, And Hearts That Endured.

I Do Not Know The Man So Bold He Dare In Lonely Place That Awful Stranger Consciousness Deliberately Face-.

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.

The Supernatural Is Only The Natural Disclosed.