We Are Betrayed By What Is False

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

She [comedy] It Is Who Proposes The Correcting Of Pretentiousness, Of Inflation, Of Dulness, And Of The Vestiges Of Rawness And Grossness To Be Found Among Us. She Is The Ultimate Civilizer, The Polisher, A Sweet Cook.

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.