So All Things Limp Together For The

All Poetry, As Discriminated From The Various Paradigms Of Prosody, Is Prayer.

How Hideous Is The Semicolon.

So All Things Limp Together For The Only Possible.

Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.