What Does Not Change Is The Will

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change