The Wombat Is A Joy,

Was It A Friend Or Foe That Spread These Lies; Nay, Who But Infants Question In Such Wise, Twas One Of My Most Intimate Enemies.

Sudden Light I Have Been Here Before, But When Or How I Cannot Tell: I Know The Grass Beyond The Door, The Sweet Keen Smell, The Sighing Sound, The Light Around The Shore.

Your Eyes Smile Peace.

Places That Are Empty Of You Are Empty Of Life.

Love Is The Last Relay And Ultimate Outposts Of Eternity.