I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like

And The Danger Is That In This Move Toward New Horizons And Far Directions, That I May Lose What I Have Now, And Not Find Anything Except Loneliness

And What Is Happy? It Is A Going Always On. There Is Something Better To Be Done Than I Have Done, And Spurred By The Fair Delusion Of Progress, I Will Seek To Progress, To Whip Myself On, To More And More- To Learning. Always.

I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me.

The Blood Jet Is Poetry And There Is No Stopping It.

It Is So Much Safer Not To Feel, Not To Let The World Touch Me.