And I Am Still Alive-what Though, My

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

I Shed More Tears Than God Could Ever Have Required.

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.

It Began As Research. I Wrote Of Silences, Of Nights, I Scribbled The Indescribable. I Tied Down The Vertigo.

And From That Time On I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused And Churned Into Milk, Devouring The Green Azures; Where, Entranced In Pallid Flotsam, A Dreaming Drowned Man Sometimes Goes Down.