Prudence Does Not Save Us, But Shows

We Sometimes Find Truth, But More Often It Finds Us.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Are Parodied, Reversed, And Hidden By Modernism, But Not Abandoned.

Attachments And Bereavements Are Inseparable.

My Mother Wanted To Shrink From My Clinging, But Did Not.

Thought Enables Us To See Fate Coming.