A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

God, Keep Me From What They Call 'households,'

We Dream — It Is Good We Are Dreaming — It Would Hurt Us — Were We Awake — But Since It Is Playing — Kill Us, And We Are Playing — Shriek — What Harm? Men Die — Externally — It Is A Truth — Of Blood — But We — Are Dying In Drama — And Drama — Is Never Dead — Cautious — We Jar Each Other — And Either — Open The Eyes — Lest The Phantasm — Prove The Mistake — And The Livid Surprise Cool Us To Shafts Of Granite — With Just An Age — And Name — And Perhaps A Phrase In Egyptian — It's Prudenter — To Dream —

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

Finite To Fail, But Infinite To Venture.