If You Own A Rug You Own

No Time For Poetry But Exactly What Is.

Are We Fallen Angels Who Didn't Want To Believe That Nothing Is Nothing And So Were Born To Lose Our Loved Ones And Dear Friends One By One And Finally Our Own Life, To See It Proved?

It Is Possible For The Human Spirit To Win After All.

The Cowboy Music Twanged In The Roadhouse And Carried Across The Fields, All Sadness. It Was All Right With Me. I Kissed My Baby And We Put Out The Lights.

There Is Universal Substance Which Is Divine Substance Because Where Else Can It Be?