There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Till I loved I never lived.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

My business is circumference.

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!