Were All Moving, Moving, Moving.

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.

One Perception Must Immediately And Directly Lead To A Further Perception

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.