I Wrote My Will Across The Sky,

I Could Write For Hours On The Lustfulness Of Moving Swiftly.

The Desert Was Held In A Crazed Communism By Which Nature And The Elements Were For The Free Use Of Every Known Friendly Person For His Own Purposes And No More.

This Creed Of The Desert Seemed Inexpressible In Words, And Indeed In Thought.

He Was Old And Wise, Which Meant Tired And Disappointed.

I Prefer Lies To Truth, Especially When The Lies Are About Me.