The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.

How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind, Until We Are Pure Spirit At The End.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.