Offer Them What They Secretly

Be In Love With Your Life, Every Detail Of It.

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.

I Can't Think Of Anybody...who Knows The Sum And Substance Of What I Know And Feel And Cry About In My Secret Self All The Time When I Don't Feel Strong, The Sorrows Of Time And Personality, And Can Therefore On All Levels Make It All The Way With Me

Will You Love Me In December As You Do In May?

The Empty Blue Sky Of Space Says 'all This Comes Back To Me, Then Goes Again, And Comes Back Again, Then Goes Again, And I Don't Care, It Still Belongs To Me