all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
worms are the words but joy's the voice
The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.
Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)