Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

My business is circumference.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.