I Move In The University Of The

Don't Leave Me, Even For An Hour, Because Then The Little Drops Of Anguish Will All Run Together, The Smoke That Roams Looking For A Home Will Drift Into Me, Choking My Lost Heart.

Hate Is Like A Swordfish, Working Through Water Invisibly And Then You See It Coming With Blood Along Its Blade, But Transparency Disarms It.

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.