Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself

I Am A Drop Of Gold He Would Say I Am Molten Matter Returned From The Core Of Earth To Tell You Interior Things-

What Is A Quote? A Quote (cognate With Quota) Is A Cut, A Section, A Slice Of Someone's Orange. You Suck The Slice, Toss The Rind, Skate Away.

Now Every Mortal Has Pain And Sweat Is Constant, But If There Is Anything Dearer Than Being Alive, It's Dark To Me. We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life. We Know No Other. The Underworld's A Blank And All The Rest Just Fantasy.

Blessed Be They Whose Lives Do Not Taste Of Evilbut If Some God Shakes Your Houseruin Arrivesruin Does Not Leaveit Comes Tolling Over The Generationsit Comes Rolling The Black Night Salt Up From The Ocean Floorand All Your Thrashed Coasts Groan

Each Night About This Time He Puts On Sadness Like A Garment And Goes On Writing.