Through The Machineries Of Greed, Pettiness, And

Time Is Never Wasted If You Remember To Bring Along Something To Read.

I Dream That I Have Found Us Both Again, With Spring So Many Strangers' Lives Away, And We, So Free, Out Walking By The Sea, With Someone Else's Paper Words To Say.... They Took Us At The Gates Of Green Return, Too Lost By Then To Stop, And Ask Them Why- Do Children Meet Again? Does Any Trace Remain, Along The Superhighways Of July?

A Screaming Comes Across The Sky.

But As With Maxwell's Demon, So Now. Either She Could Not Communicate, Or He Did Not Exist.

Despair Came Over Her, As It Will When Nobody Around Has Any Sexual Relevance To You.