This Is The Light Of The Mind,

As I Lay On My Back In Bed Staring Up At The Blank, White Ceiling The Stillness Seemed To Grow Bigger And Bigger Until I Felt My Eardrums Would Burst With It.

Perfection Is Terrible, It Cannot Have Children.

So I Began To Think Maybe It Was True That When You Were Married And Had Children It Was Like Being Brainwashed, And Afterward You Went About As Numb As A Slave In A Totalitarian State.

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

I Am Silver And Exact.i Have No Preconceptions.