I Lost My Ridiculous Accent Without Acquiring

If You Need A Certain Vitality You Can Only Supply It Yourself, Or There Comes A Point, Anyway, When No One's Actions But Your Own Seem Dramatically Convincing And Justifiable In The Plot That The Number Of Your Days Concocts.

I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were Immortal And Free.

It Is Because Everything Is Relative That We Shall Never See In That Sphere Of Pure Wisdom And Entertainment Much More Than Groping Shadows Of An Incomplete Former Existence So Close It Burns Like The Mouth That Closes Down Over All Your Effort Like The Moment Of Death

Imagine A Painter Crucified By His Subject!

I Like Poems You Can Tack All Over With A Hammer And There Are No Hollow Places.