When Loneliness Comes Stalking, Go Into The

Maybe The World, Without Us, Is The Real Poem.

A Fact: One Picks It Up And Reads It, And Puts It Down, And There Is An End To It. But An Idea! That One May Pick Up, And Reflect Upon, And Oppose, And Expand, And So Pass A Delightful Afternoon Altogether.

And Now I Understand Something So Frightening &wonderful- How The Mind Clings To The Road It Knows, Rushing Through Crossroads, Sticking Like Lint To The Familiar.

Joy Is Not Made To Be A Crumb. (don't Hesitate)

The Sea Is The Most Beautiful Face In Our Universe.