Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

What Are We Doing Here, That Is The Question.

That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation And Salvation--time.

I Asked Her To Look At Me And After A Few Moments - (pause) - After A Few Moments She Did, But The Eyes Just Slits, Because Of The Glare I Bent Over Her To Get Them In The Shadow And They Opened. (pause. Low) Let Me In.