In Our Rhythm Of Earthly Life We

Sand. Everywhere. In The Bed, In The Shower, All Over The Floor. Grrrrr.

Humankind Can't Stand Too Much Reality.

And Through The Spaces Of The Dark Midnight Shakes The Memory As A Madman Shakes A Dead Geranium.

My Nerves Are Bad To-night. Yes, Bad. Stay With Me. 'speak To Me. Why Do You Never Speak? Speak. 'what Are You Thinking Of? What Thinking? What? 'i Never Know What You Are Thinking. Think.

To Become What You Are Not, Behave As You Do Not.