The People Know What The Land Knows.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

The Buffaloes Are Gone. And Those Who Saw The Buffaloes Are Gone.

My Name Is Truth And I Am The Most Elusive Captive In The Universe.

Often I Look Back And See That I Had Been Many Kinds Of A Fool-and That I Had Been Happy In Being This Or That Kind Of Fool.