I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

Emerald As Heavy As A Golf Course, Ruby As Dark As An Afterbirth, Diamond As White As Sun On The Sea.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

There Is Joy In All: In The Hair I Brush Each Morning, In The Cannon Towel, Newly Washed, That I Rub My Body With Each Morning.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.