Try To Live As If There Were

All The Poems Of Our Lives Are Not Yet Made.

Dreams Are The Sources Of Action, The Meeting And The End, A Resting Place Among The Flight Of Things.

My Lifetime Listens To Yours.

I Remember Mother Saying : Inventors Are Like Poets, A Trashy Lot

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.