Perhaps I am no one. True$$$ I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head$$$ but that is out of the question.

Only my books anoint me$$$ and a few friends$$$ those who reach into my veins.

Nothing is going to change$$$ unless someone does something soon.

Oh$$$ the thinks you can think!

I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny$$$ but we can have lots of good fun that is funny.

My eyes close. I am here and not here. A waking nap? A flight to the end of the galaxy and perhaps a couple of billion light-years beyond?

And the process of reading is such a private one. I once came into a room where a friend of mine was reading one of my books$$$ and he clicked his tongue impatiently and shooed me off.

Of course$$$ the greater one's need$$$ the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.

In life's brief game to be a winner<br>A man must have...oh yes$$$ above<br>All else$$$ of course$$$ someone to love.

It is the power of the mind to be unconquerable.