Is There No Way Out Of The

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

I Am Gone Quite Mad With The Knowledge Of Accepting The Overwhelming Number Of Things I Can Never Know, Places I Can Never Go, And People I Can Never Be.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.