Of what use is *who-I-am*? Not much else
is known. The mood of weeds comes true, *n'est-ce pas?*
Syllables when unconnected endanger us.
If you are listening, when do you intend to stop?
The lighthouse posted in the lower peninsula is on retainer in my heart.
I hear you sprinkle truth in granules I cannot connect.
Is there a correlation between sadness and depth?
Infinity as I have understood it has not been invented.
The fresco you predicted has come true.
I touch each moisture-free impression.
Can habit be like fact?
The mood of the people may remove me.
If an angel is delinquent, who will punish?
Thatched roofs distinguish sky from inner peace.
The litmus test of washing day is whether we have standing.
Are you who you say you were?
Sheila Murphy
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