Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

I Saw Many Humans On Whom There Were No Clothes. I Saw Many Clothes In Which There Were No Humans.

What I Most Want Is To Spring Out Of This Personality, Then To Sit Apart From That Leaping. I've Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.

Look At These Worlds Spinning Out Of Nothingness. That Is Within Your Power.

We Are All Bathed In The Same Light.