He Who Does Not Fill His World

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

Yes, I Will Go. I Would Rather Grieve Over Your Absence Than Over You.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.