Let There Be Seasons So That Our

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.

Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My Hands, My Kitchen, My Face.

Mood Can Be As Important As Sense.