A Surfeiting Of Terror Soon Made Terror

Quiet Is Here And All In Me. ("dress Of White Silk")

As Her Analyst Had Told Her: The Deeper Buried The Distress, The Further Into The Body It Went. The Digestive System Was About As Far As It Could Go To Hide.

(after Death.) So Few People Who Come Across, Possess Awareness Of Any Kind. All They Bring Along With Them Are Worthless Values. All They Desire Is Continuation Of What They Had In Life No Matter How Misguided Or Degraded. . . Will Those People Ever Progress, Even With Our Help?

He Stood There For A Moment Looking Around The Silent Room, Shaking His Head Slowly. All These Books, He Thought, The Residue Of A Planet’s Intellect, The Scrapings Of Futile Minds, The Leftovers, The Potpourri Of Artifacts That Had No Power To Save Men From Perishing.

Heaven Would Never Be Heaven Without You.