The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

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.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.