Comfortable Means Gradually More And More Flattened

I Am A Drop Of Gold He Would Say I Am Molten Matter Returned From The Core Of Earth To Tell You Interior Things-

Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The Pod Glows - Dear Stench.

No Need To Fear Death. There Will Be A Tunnel And Light.

What Is The Fear Inside Language? No Accident Of The Body Can Make It Stop Burning.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.