Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man

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

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

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .