and now for the real purpose of the museto stand with mefor againstwallsand vast open spacesto standlike loveat the placewhere the sun mingleswith the..
this crazy museinvisible like lightupon a dumb wallwhat strange giftswhat generous oceanshave you broughtto lay at the feetof this oldbrokenwretchconf..
this gladiatorinside meis old and tiredsword grown heavythis mad Vikingold and tiredand yet there are stillplaces to go, things to dosky's to flyin th..
how strange to thinkthat there are angels waitingin that heavenand to thinkthe rain will stopone storm followed by anotherand to thinkthat my skinis t..
and this wet blanket is morecomfortthan many have everknownlike a bird who didn t make iton its first flightand this strange musefoolingus allinto bel..
this seais like writing a poemor having a fist fight becausein the end.it just doesn t matterfalse lovefake hopethe lying skydoesn t matterall the lov..