I Dream Of Vague Shapes That Hint

My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In An Effort To Spread My Losses.

The Young Have Stolen Our Youthfulness, And Flaunt It Without Shame.

Telescopes And Binoculars Endanger The Ever-distant Sublime.

Conscience Is The Moralized Form Of Self-absorption.

To Remain Mysterious, Say Little And Do Nothing.