I Can Connect Nothing With Nothing

So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness The Dancing.

Words Strain, Crack And Sometimes Break, Under The Burden, Under The Tension, Slip, Slide, Perish, Decay With Imprecision, Will Not Stay In Place, Will Not Stay Still.

To Make An End Is To Make A Beginning.

People To Whom Nothing Has Ever Happened Cannot Understand The Unimportance Of Events.

Moving Between The Legs Of Tables And Of Chairs, Rising Or Falling, Grasping At Kisses And Toys, Advancing Boldly, Sudden To Take Alarm, Retreating To The Corner Of Arm And Knee, Eager To Be Reassured, Taking Pleasure In The Fragrant Brilliance Of The Christmas Tree.