I Like My Body When It Is

That Strictly(and How)scienti Fic Land Of Supernod Where Freedom Is Compulsory And Only Man Is God.

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You

That Which We Die For Lives As Wholly As That Which We Live For Dies.

What If A Dawn Of A Doom Of A Dream Bites This Universe In Two, Peels Forever Out Of His Grave, And Sprinkles Nowhere With Me And You?

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.