There May Be More Beautiful Times, But

Everything Has Been Figured Out, Except How To Live.

People Who Live In Society Have Learnt How To See Themselves, In Mirrors, As They Appear To Their Friends. I Have No Friends: Is That Why My Flesh Is So Naked?

There Were Days When You Peered Into Yourself, Into The Secret Places Of Your Heart, And What You Saw There Made You Faint With Horror. And Then, Next Day, You Didn't Know What To Make Of It,you Couldn't Interpret The Horror You Had Glimpsed The Day Before. Yes, You Know What Evil Costs.

To Read A Poem In January Is As Lovely As To Go For A Walk In June

My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft As Flesh. I'm Going To Sleep.