If You Do Not Love Me I

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.

There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming His Shoe When His Foot Is Guilty.

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.