And in the evolution of our days,You keep reading of our ways;hand to hand,touch to touch;As…
Grim reflections reap this grim expression.It is not memory that holds him still.A wasteland…
Of which might be most weary now,The eyes, the hands, the mouth, the face,Ensnarled and gnarled, yet…
Your flights of freedomMake me feel -A rapturous delight.
Always in the girl you see,Her perfect frazzled hair,Her tiny fingers bent,Her unpursed rosy lips.
Determination breeds his concentration,
With meditation in the smoke,With eyes on things divine,With one breath in — the inward toke,The…
And as we kneel together on this shore,Here, where time abides no more;bowed to me,I to you…
I am the pilot of this boat,On waters of my making,Where piles of luggage from my days,Are burdens I…
The thing that eats our brain,Finds comfort in our grief,Seeks to infiltrate our deepest pain…