O Love, How Did You Get Here?

I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.

I Like You, But Not Too Much. I Don’t Want To Like Anybody Too Much.

I Know The Bottom, She Says. I Know It With My Great Tap Root: It Is What You Fear. I Do Not Fear It: I Have Been There.

Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because It Is Impossible For Me To Be God — Or The Universal Woman-and-man — Or Anything Much. I Am What I Feel And Think And Do. I Want To Express My Being As Fully As I Can Because I Somewhere Picked Up The Idea That I Could Justify My Being Alive That Way.

I Think I Am Mad Sometimes.