The Slope Takes You To The Windmill,

I Know Nothing And My Heart Aches

For A Long Time Now I Haven't Existed. I'm Utterly Calm. No One Distinguishes Me From Who I Am. I Just Felt Myself Breath As If I'd Done Something New, Or Done It Late. I'm Beginning To Be Conscious Of Being Conscious. Perhaps Tomorrow I Will Wake Up To Myself And Resume The Course Of My Existence. I Don't Know If That Will Make More Happy Or Less. I Don't Know Anything.

I Look For Myself But Find No One. I Belong To The Chrysanthemum Hour Of Bright Flowers Placed In Tall Vases. I Should Make An Ornament Of My Soul.

Pg.9 "in My Heart There's A Peaceful Anguish, And My Calm Is Made Of Resignation.

Having Touched Christ's Feet Is Not An Excuse For Punctuation Mistakes.