The Human Bones Are But Vain Lines

One Man Practicing Kindness In The Wilderness Is Worth All The Temples This World Pulls.

Nothing Ever Happened - Not Even This

The Yard Was Full Of Tomato Plants About To Ripen, And Mint, Mint, Everything Smelling Of Mint, And One Fine Old Tree That I Loved To Sit Under On Those Cool Perfect Starry California October Nights Unmatched Anywhere In The World.

The Empty Blue Sky Of Space Says 'all This Comes Back To Me, Then Goes Again, And Comes Back Again, Then Goes Again, And I Don't Care, It Still Belongs To Me

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.