I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
My business is circumference.
Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.
Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me