My Mouth Is Full Of

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

I Have The Words Already. What I Am Seeking Is The Perfect Order Of Words In The Sentence. You Can See For Yourself How Many Different Ways They Might Be Arranged.

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

To Discover The Mode Of Life Or Of Art Whereby My Spirit Could Express Itself In Unfettered Freedom.