Unlove's The Heavenless Hell And The Homeless

Your Head Is A Living Forest Full Of Songbirds.

A World Of Made Is Not A World Of Born

...losing Through You What Seemed Myself, I Find Selves Unimaginably Mine; Beyond Sorrow's Own Joys And Hopings Very Fears Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: Yours Is The Darkness Of My Soul's Return... You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

If You Like My Poems Let Them Walk In The Evening, A Little Behind You