I Been Silent So Long Now It’s

Time Overlaps Itself. A Breath Breathed From A Passing Breeze Is Not The Whole Wind, Neither Is It Just The Last Of What Has Passed And The First Of What Will Come, But Is More--let Me See--more Like A Single Point Plucked On A Single Strand Of A Vast Spider Web Of Winds, Setting The Whole Scene Atingle. That Way; It Overlaps ... As Prehistoric Ferns Grow From Bathtub Planters.

Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

A Sound Of Cornered-animal Fear And Hate And Surrender And Defiance . . . Like The Last Sound The Treed And Shot And Falling Animal Makes As The Dogs Get Him, When He Finally Doesn't Care About Anything But Himself And His Dying.

Man Is Certain Of Nothing But His Ability To Fail. It Is The Deepest Faith We Have, And The Unbeliever- The Blasphemer, The Dissenter- Will Stimulate In Us The Most Righteous Of Furies.

Memory Whispers Someplace In That Jumbled Machinery.