Good Moods’re As Fragile As Eggs...bad Moods’re

…and There, In The Background, The Sky’s Sediment Had Sunk To A Place Where All The Woe Of The Words ‘i Am’ Dissolved Into Blue Peace. He Said It. ‘the Ocean.

One Cannot Pass By Without Thinking Of The Density Of Men In The Ground.

All Revolutions Are The Sheerest Fantasy Until They Happen; Then They Become Historical Inevitabilities.

But No, We Cross, Crisscross, And Recross Our Old Tracks Like Figure Skaters.

The Better Organized The State, The Duller Its Humanity.