Time Is A Sandpile We Run Our

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

A Baby Is God's Opinion That Life Should Go On.

Pile The Bodies High At Austerlitz And Waterloo. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work. I Am The Grass. I Cover All.

Two Bubbles Found They Had Rainbows On Their Curves. They Flickered Out Saying: "it Was Worth Being A Bubble, Just To Have Held That Rainbow Thirty Seconds.