... Let Us Risk The Wildest Places,

What Misery To Be Afraid Of Death. What Wretchedness, To Believe Only In What Can Be Proven.

I Took One Look And Fell, Hook And Tumble.

I Feel The Terror Of Idleness, Like A Red Thirst. Death Isn't Just An Idea.

I Very Much Wished Not To Be Noticed, And To Be Left Alone, And I Sort Of Succeeded.

I Want To Think Again Of Dangerous And Noble Things. I Want To Be Light And Frolicsome. I Want To Be Improbable And Beautiful And Afraid Of Nothing As Though I Had Wings.