Permit Me Voyage, Love, Into Your Hands.

I Can Remember Much Forgetfulness.

Goodbye, Everybody! (suicide Note)

And I Have Been Able To Give Freedom And Life Which Was Acknowledged In The Ecstasy Of Walking Hand In Hand Across The Most Beautiful Bridge Of The World, The Cables Enclosing Us And Pulling Us Upward In Such A Dance As I Have Never Walked And Never Can Walk With Another.

And Inasmuch As The Bridge Is A Symbol Of All Such Poetry As I Am Interested In Writing It Is My Present Fancy That A Year From Now I'll Be More Contented Working In An Office Than Ever Before.

Let My Lusts Be My Ruin, Then, Since All Else Is A Fake And A Mockery.