I Felt The Mask Crumple, The Great

I Am Not Cruel, Only Truthful.

It's A Hell Of A Responsibility To Be Yourself. It's Much Easier To Be Somebody Else Or Nobody At All.

Poetry, I Feel, Is A Tyrannical Discipline, You've Got To Go So Far, So Fast, In Such A Small Space That You've Just Got To Turn Away All The Peripherals.

Now I Am Silent, Hate Up To My Neck, Thick, Thick. I Do Not Speak.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.