What Falls Away Is Always. And Is

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

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.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.