Never, never, never, never give up.

Goldie Haunz died saturday morning. Well, her funeral was saturday mourning
whether she was dead or not is another matter altogether. I suppose though, that floating somewhat halfway between living and dead can have no other term except dead- or rather wanting to be.
So I made a list, called you and we buried her together at duck pond.
And you laughed.
You,
terrible,
terrible.
That's all I have to say about that,
I laughed too.
In spite of the tragedy.

You are my comic relief.

We ate ohs,
and talked on rocks,
and fed the ducks.

A simple reply,


A man said:

"Why do you only write of this... unknowable diety?"

I said:

"My friend there is nothing that I know, of which, I have more certainty."

At this, he sat astonished--

And I, in solitude, finished my sonnet.

(Patrick)