yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.