Let Me Be, Was All I Wanted.

Through Endless Night The Earth Whirls Toward A Creation Unknown.

Work On One Thing At A Time Until Finished.

I Wanted To Die; I Wanted To Surrender Because I Saw No Sense In Struggling. I Felt That Nothing Would Be Proved, Substantiated, Added Or Subtracted By Continuing An Existence Which I Had Not Asked For.

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.

Why Are We So Full Of Restraint? Why Do We Not Give In All Directions? Is It Fear Of Losing Ourselves? Until We Do Lose Ourselves There Is No Hope Of Finding Ourselves.