There is no procreation In paradise; it’s where Eternal is companionship For those who flourish there. And herein lies the irony Within the devil’s snare:…
To hear of what a man has said To want to hear it for yourself To take the road, to seek him out To learn…
Sweet is the taste of remembrance So long as the self has been slain Or else such remembrance may turn into poison Though all of…
Scanning the shops On the banks of concourse B I find only disappointment And almond bark thins The disappointment is free
I’d sing you a song But how do I share My feelings with something As fickle as air I’d write you some verse But that…