Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity i hate you

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.