I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless

Who Am I To Myself? Just A Feeling Of Mine.

Why Is Art Beautiful? Because It's Useless. Why Is Life Ugly? Because It's All Ends And Purposes And Intentions.

Having Touched Christ's Feet Is Not An Excuse For Punctuation Mistakes.

I Bear The Wounds Of All The Battles I Avoided.

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.