I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is

It Was A Dance Of Masks And Every Mask Was Perfect Because Every Mask Was A Real Face And Every Face Was A Real Mask So There Was No Mask And There Was No Face For There Was But One Dance In Which There Was But One Mask But One True Face Which Was The Same And Which Was A Thing Without A Name Which Changed And Changed Into Itself Over And Over.

My Son And My Daughter Have Both Been An Incredibly Sustaining Force, Especially Through This Recent Bad Patch [of Health]. So, I've Been Blessed And Grateful For Their Company And For Their Assistance.

I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard / Under The Cold Tap Of Facts

Songs Don’t Dignify Human Activity. Human Activity Dignifies The Song.

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings