For What Is Delusion But The Prelude

If I Try To Summon Back His Face, The Sound Of His Voice, And The Sensation In My Stomach Like A Key Turning In A Lock When He Touched Me, I Lose Everything.

How Lawyers Make Work For One Another! You're All Priests, Worshipping The Same God. No Wonder You Adore One Another.

Better To Be Despised, Then, Than To Be Ignored; Or Damned With Condescending Praise.

Prose-it Might Be Speculated-is Discourse; Poetry Ellipsis. Prose Is Spoken Aloud; Poetry Overheard.

Near The Point Of Impact, Time Acelerates To The Speed Of Light.