The Haiku Lets Meaning Float;

Intelligence Is Predatory, But Full Of Fastidiousness And Frights.

Wit Saves Us From Being Swallowed Whole By Life.

If The World Would Apologize, I Might Consider A Reconciliation.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Dreams Surround Our Desires With Ugliness And Dread.