All Has Not Been Said And Never

I Could Not Have Gone Through The Awful Wretched Mess Of Life Without Having Left A Stain Upon The Silence.

Dying For Dark — And The Darker The Worse. Strange.

That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation And Salvation--time.

That's What Hell Must Be Like, Small Chat To The Babbling Of Lethe About The Good Old Days When We Wished We Were Dead.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.