How Many Different Deaths I Can Die?

You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.

I Want To Live And Feel All The Shades, Tones And Variations Of Mental And Physical Experience Possible In Life.

When I Fell Out Of The Light, I Entered The Stomach Of Indifference, The Wordless Cupboard.

Yes, There Is Joy, Fulfillment And Companionship But The Loneliness Of The Soul In Its Appalling Self-consciousness Is Horrible And Overpowering.