I Think It's All Lovely Hallucination But

To Think That So Much Comes To So Little, To Think That Life Is Really Short.

How Clear The Realization One Is Going Mad -- The Mind Has A Silence, Nothing Happens In The Physique, Urine Gathers In Your Loins, Your Ribs Contract.

And Don't You Know That God Is Pooh Bear?

Return Those Shoes To The Shoemaker Return This Hand To My Father This Pillow To The Pillowmaker Those Slippers To The Shop. That Wainscot To The Carpenter, But My Mind My Tranquil And Eternal Mind Return It To Whom?

La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal Of American Cities.