The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of

Who Knows If The Moon's / A Balloon, Coming Out Of A Keen City / In The Sky - Filled With Pretty People?

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

I Will Take The Sun In My Mouth And Leap Into The Ripe Air Alive With Closed Eyes To Dash Against Darkness

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

Here's To Opening And Upward... And To Yourself And Up With You And Up With And Up With Laughing.