Oh Well, I Will Say Here, Knowing

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

It Is Hard Going To The Door Cut So Small In The Wall Where The Vision Which Echoes Loneliness Brings A Scent Of Wild Flowers In The Wood.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

Suddenly The Whole Imagination Of Writing And Editorial And Newspaper And All These Presumptions About Who Am I Reading This, And Who Else Other People May Be, And All That, It's So Grimly Brutal!

What Has Happened Makes The World. Live On The Edge, Looking.