Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.