Have I Had Two Roads, I Would

I Want To Find A Language That Transforms Language Itself Into Steel For The Spirit--a Language To Use Against These Sparkling Insects, These Jets.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

The Metaphor For Palestine Is Stronger Than The Palestine Of Reality.

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

I Never Wanted Children, Maybe I'm Afraid Of Responsibility.