The Body Whips The Soul. In Its

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?