Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.

Nods From The Gilded Pointers - Nods From The Seconds Slim - Decades Of Arrogance Between The Dial Life - And Him -

There Is No Silence In The Earth - So Silent As That Endured Which Uttered, Would Discourage Nature And Haunt The World.

Not If Their Party Were Waiting, Not If To Talk With Me Were To Them Now, Homesickness After Eternity.

Remorse Is Memory Awake.