O, Ah! The Awareness Of Emptiness Brings

My Grandmother Standing Wordless Fifteen Minutes Between Rows Of Loganberries, Clippers Poised In Her Hand.

After Weeks Of Watching The Roof Leak I Fixed It Tonight By Moving A Single Board

Will Be But Corpses Dressed In Frocks, Who Cannot Speak To Birds Or Rocks.

When The Mind Is Exhausted Of Images, It Invents Its Own.

Three-fourths Of Philosophy And Literature Is The Talk Of People Trying To Convince Themselves That They Really Like The Cage They Were Tricked Into Entering.