Struggle To Sketch The Flow That Already

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

I Like It Because Its Ugly

Mind Is The Maker, For No Reason At All, For All This Creation, Created To Fall.

Because He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.