How Do You Manage It, She Said,

I Open The Door Of The Cell And Go. I Am So Bowed I Only See My Feet, If I Open My Eyes, And Between My Legs A Little Trail Of Black Dust. I Say To Myself That The Earth Is Extinguished, Though I Never Saw It Lit.

It's Impossible I Should Have A Mind And I Have One

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.

There's No Lack Of Void.

Over, Over, There Is A Soft Place In My Heart For All That Is Over, No, For The Being Over, Words Have Been My Only Loves, Not Many.