The Past Is Such A Curious Creature

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

Death Is A Supple Suitor, That Wins At Last. It Is A Stealthy Wooing; Conducted First By Pallid Innuendos And Dim Approach, But Brave At Last With Bugles.

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

Forever - Is Composed Of Nows - 'tis Not A Different Time... Let Months Dissolve In Further Months - And Years - Exhale In Years.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, One Clover, And A Bee, And Revery. The Revery Alone Will Do, If Bees Are Few.