What The Man-moth Fears Most He Must

Close, Close All Night The Lovers Keep. They Turn Together In Their Sleep, Close As Two Pages In A Book That Read Each Other In The Dark. Each Knows All The Other Knows, Learned By Heart From Head To Toes.

What Childishness Is It That While There's Breath Of Life In Our Bodies, We Are Determined To Rush To See The Sun The Other Way Around?

Think Of The Long Trip Home. Should We Have Stayed Home And Thought Of Here? Where Should We Be Today?

All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful But Cheerful.

Heaven Is Not Like Flying Or Swimming, But Has Something To Do With Blackness And A Strong Glare.