Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

For Whatever We Lose (like A You Or A Me), It's Always Our Self We Find In The Sea.

The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of Angry Candy

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

May Came Home With A Smooth Round Stone As Small As A World And As Large As Alone.

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One