God Made My Soul an Ornament

My curiosity the Sister of Skylarks

The Perfidious Anxiety of Sunsets the Shy Shrouds of Dawn

Low Sky of Unmoving Clouds

A Cosmis Holding of Breath

We Are Only Able to Teach the Real Rules of Life to Those Already Dead

Metaphysical Enemy

Indefinite Lucid Blue Pallor of the Aquatic Evening

History Rejects Certainty

Feeling is Such a Bore