We All Have Names We Don't Know

Perhaps There Are Other Bits Of My Life That Would Take On Content, Take On Shadow, If Only I Read More And Thought Less About Money.

The Air Itself Was Ebony, Like The Denial, The Refutation, Of The Idea Of Light.

So If You Ever Felt Something Behind You, When You Weren't Even One, Like Welcome Heat, Like A Bulb, Like A Sun, Trying To Shine Right Across The Universe - It Was Me. Always Me. It Was Me. It Was Me.

Each Life Is A Game Of Chess That Went To Hell On The Seventh Move(...)

Time, The Human Dimension, Which Makes Us Everything We Are.