No Man Can Give Me Any Word

People Like Definite Decisions, / Tidy Answers, All The Little Ravelings / Snipped Off, The Lint Removed, They / Hop Happily Among Their Roughs / Calling What They Can't Clutch Insanity / Or Saintliness.

The Music Is In Minors.

We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

I Think It Must Be Lonely To Be God. Nobody Loves A Master. No.

It Is Brave To Be Involved