Let The Mind Beware, That Though The

Sweet Life Continues In The Breeze, In The Golden Fields.

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

No Fear Or Shame In The Dignity Of Yr Experience, Language & Knowledge

The Sun Goes Down Long And Red. All The Magic Names Of The Valley Unrolled - Manteca, Madera, All The Rest. Soon It Got Dusk, A Grapy Dusk, A Purple Dusk Over Tangerine Groves And Long Melon Field; The Sun The Color Of Pressed Grapes, Slashed With Burgundy Red, The Fields The Color Of Love And Spanish Mysteries. I Stuck My Head Out The Window And Took Deep Breaths Of The Fragant Air. It Was The Most Beautiful Of All Moments.

If You Dont [sic] Say What You Want, What's The Sense Of Writing?