Brandon T. Bisceglia

If only the essence of a life could be captured and encapsuled in a frame of this depth. But man runs deeper than his words.

Summarize, and the details that make it worthwhile will be lost.

It's too bad we only have some of the pieces to assemble.

"Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.

thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing)."
- E. E. Cummings