How Was It That Destruction Could Be

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

A Sudden Gust: How Big The World Seems In A Wind.

Atoms Have A Nucleus, Made Of Protons And Neutrons Bound Together. Around This Nucleus Shells Of Electrons Spin, And Each Shell Is Either Full Or Trying To Get Full, To Balance With The Number Of Protons-to Balance The Number Of Positive And Negative Charges. An Atom Is Like A Human Heart, You See.

It Was That Sort Of Sleep In Which You Wake Every Hour And Think To Yourself That You Have Not Been Sleeping At All; You Can Remember Dreams That Are Like Reflections, Daytime Thinking Slightly Warped.

All The Repetitions In The Pattern Were Superficial; The Moment Was Always New. It Had To Be Lived, And Then The Next Moment Embraced As It Arrived.