Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
Spring is like a perhaps hand
And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms
It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake.
Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.