The Afternoon Knows What The

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom... In A Clarification Of Life - Not Necessarily A Great Clarification, Such As Sects And Cults Are Founded On, But In A Momentary Stay Against Confusion.

The Beauty Of Enmity Is Insecurity; The Beauty Of Friendship Is In Security.

We Dance Round In A Ring And Suppose, But The Secret Sits In The Middle And Knows.

Yes, And Even For The Past...that It Will Turn Out To Have Been All Right For What It Was. Something I Can Accept. Mistakes Made By The Self I Had To Be Or Was Not Able To Be.

The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.