I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.
To be alive──is Power.
Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.
But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.
Love is like life-merely longer.