Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.