Here on the drawing board fingers and noses leak from the air brush maggots lie under if i should die before if i should die in the back room stacked up in smooth boxes like soapflakes or tunafish wait the undreamt of.

Meanwhile let us cast one shadow in air and water.

Can it be I am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentuchy, looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?

We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.

The time on either side of now stands fast.

Nature is a catchment of sorrows.

I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.