I Really Believe, Or Want

I Didn't Know The Names Of The Flowers - Now My Garden Is Gone.

A Poem Is Like A Radio That Can Broadcast Continuously For Thousands Of Years.

Holy The Supernatural Extra Brilliant Intelligent Kindness Of The Soul!

Everything Is Holy! Everybody's Holy! Everywhere Is Holy! Everyday Is In Eternity! Everyman's An Angel!

America I Used To Be A Communist When I Was A Kid And I'm Not Sorry.