We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

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

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

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

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere