There Never Was A War

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing.

One Detects Creative Power By Its Capacity To Conquer One's Detachment.

Does It Follow That Because There Are Poisonous Toadstools Which Resemble Mushrooms, Both Are Dangerous?