Oh How I Hate People!

Each Day I Live In A Glass Room Unless I Break It With The Thrusting Of My Senses And Pass Through The Splintered Walls To The Great Landscape.

Oh How I Hate People!

Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As Thought, Had Fled Unfingered.

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.

It Was Not Certain What Significance The Ceremony Held... But The Formality Was No Less Sacred For It Being Unintelligible