It's A Terrible Poison, Writing.

Outside Our Small Safe Place Flies Mystery.

Young Girls Are Sad. They Like To Be; It Makes Them Feel Strong.

…my Solitude Is My Treasure, The Best Thing I Have.

We Two Remake Our World By Naming It / Together, Knowing What Words Mean For Us / And For The Other For Whom Current Coin / Is Cold Speech - But We Say, The Tree, The Pool, / And See The Fire In The Air, The Sun, Our Sun, / Anybody's Sun, The World's Sun, But Here, Now / Particularly Our Sun.

The Reading Eye Must Do The Work To Make Them Live, And So It Did, Again And Again, Never The Same Life Twice, As The Artist Had Intended.