Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

I Can't Go On Flying Apart Just For Those Who Want The Benefit Of A Few Verbal Kicks. My God, Do You Know What Poems Like That Cost? They're Not Written Vicariously: They Come Out Of Actual Suffering, Real Madness.