I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

Only By You My Heart Always Moves.

Maybe God Is A Child ‘s Hand)very Carefully Bring -ing To You And To Me(and Quite With Out Crushing)the Papery Weightless Diminutive World With A Hole In It Out Of Which Demons With Wings Would Be Streaming If Something Had(maybe They Couldn’t Agree)not Happened(and Floating- Ly Int O

The Sensual Mysticism Of Entire Vertical Being.