What The Man-moth Fears Most He Must

Heaven Is Not Like Flying Or Swimming, But Has Something To Do With Blackness And A Strong Glare.

I've Never Written The Things I'd Like To Write That I've Admired All My Life. Maybe One Never Does.

All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful But Cheerful.

It Is Like What We Imagine Knowledge To Be: Dark, Salt, Clear, Moving, Utterly Free.

Icebergs Behoove The Soul (both Being Self-made From Elements Least Visible) To See Themselves: Fleshed, Fair, Erected, Indivisible.