I Wonder Love Can Have Already Set

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

Now, Helpless In The Hollow Of An Unarmorial Age, A Trough Of Smoke In Slow Suspended Skeins Above Their Scrap Of History, Only An Attitude Remains: Time Has Transfigured Them Into Untruth. The Stone Finality They Hardly Meant Has Come To Be Their Final Blazon, And To Prove Our Almost-instinct Almost True: What Will Survive Of Us Is Love.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like Something Almost Being Said.