The artificial is always innocent.
My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.
Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible
oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much
O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors
And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.