Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The

Happy People Die Whole, They Are All Dissolved In A Moment, They Have Had What They Wanted.

Still The Mind Smiles At Its Own Rebellions.

Seagulls . . . Slim Yachts Of The Element.

A Little Too Abstract, A Little Too Wise, It Is Time For Us To Kiss The Earth Again, It Is Time To Let The Leaves Rain From The Skies, Let The Rich Life Run To The Roots Again.

That Public Men Publish Falsehoods Is Nothing New. That America Must Accept Like The Historical Republics Corruption And Empire Has Been Known For Years. Be Angry At The Sun For Setting If These Things Anger You.