There It Is, The Sea, The Most

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

I Write As If To Save Somebody’s Life. Probably My Own. Life Is A Kind Of Madness That Death Makes. Long Live The Dead Because We Live In Them.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.