I Like To Make Use Of What

So Eager Are Our People To Obliterate The Present.

You Need Not Even Listen, Just Wait...the World Will Offer Itself Freely To You, Unmasking Itself.

There They Lay, But Not In The Forgetfulness Of The Previous Night. She Was Seeking And He Was Seeking, They Raged And Contorted Their Faces And Bored Their Heads Into Each Others Bosom In The Urgency Of Seeking Something, And Their Embraces And Their Tossing Limbs Did Not Avail To Make Them Forget, But Only Reminded Them Of What They Sought

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

There Will Be No Proof That I Ever Was A Writer.