There Are No Days More Full Than

Words Are Good For Saying What Things Are, But Sometimes They Don't Function For What Things Aren't.

The Stars Looked Like Nail Heads In The Sky--pull A Few Of Them Out And The Darkness Would Fall.

The Essence Of Intelligence Was To Know When, Or If, To Expose Even The Heart's Deep Need For Instruction.

So Much Of Her Time Spent Like This: Dreaming Up Things To Say And Never Quite Saying Them.

...and It Strikes Her, As She Walks, That Borders, Like Hatred, Are Exaggerated Precisely Because Otherwise They Would Cease To Exist Altogether.