For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.