All I Am Is The Trick Of

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

I Can Only Sign Over Everything, The House, The Dog, The Ladders, The Jewels, The Soul, The Family Tree, The Mailbox. Then I Can Sleep. Maybe.