Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

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

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

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention