When The Past Is Recaptured By The

Alcohol Is Barren. The Words A Man Speaks In The Night Of Drunkenness Fade Like The Darkness Itself At The Coming Of Day.

Even So You Have Managed To Live That Love In The Only Way Possible For You. Losing It Before It Happened.

The Words Emerge From Her Body Without Her Realizing It, As If She Were Being Visited By The Memory Of A Language Long Forsaken.

I Know All One Can Know When One Knows Nothing.

One Must Talk. That's How It Is. One Must.