The Older I Get, The More I

It Is Forbidden To Love Where We Are Not Loved

I Did Not Know Him, I Knew My Idea Of Him.

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

Their Spirits And Their Visions Are Embodied In Their Craft. And So Is Mine. It's Not Jane Saw Puff. But The Clarity Of Jane Saw Puff Is Precious To Me.

When Anyone Escapes, My Heart / Leaps Up. Even When It's I Who Am Escaped From, / I Am Half On The Side Of The Leaver.