Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As

The Sun Sank With A Sob And Darkness Waded In From All Horizons So That The Sky Contracted And There Was No More Light Left In The World, When, At This Very Moment Of Annihilation, The Moon, As Though She Had Been Waiting For Her Cue, Sailed Up The Night.

Oh How I Hate People!

I Am The Wilderness Lost In Man.

I Want A Lot To Eat, I'm Going To Think Today.

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.