Men Say They Only Learn This But

What Business Is It Of Yours Where I'm From, Friendo?

Perhaps In The World's Destruction It Would Be Possible At Last To See How It Was Made. Oceans, Mountains. The Ponderous Counterspectacle Of Things Ceasing To Be. The Sweeping Waste, Hydroptic And Coldly Secular. The Silence.

Where Men Can't Live Gods Fare No Better.

For The Poor Any Choice Was A Gift With Two Faces.

What He Could Bear In The Waking World He Could Not By Night And He Sat Awake For Fear The Dream Would Return.