Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?