Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their

I Lost My Ridiculous Accent Without Acquiring Another

The Facts Of History Have Been Too Well Rehearsed.

How Many People Came And Stayed A Certain Time, Uttered Light Or Dark Speech That Became Part Of You Like Light Behind Windblown Fog And Sand Filtered And Influenced By It, Until No Part Remains That Is Surely You.

Until, Accustomed To Disappointments, You Can Let Yourself Rule And Be Ruled By These Strings Or Emanations That Connect Everything Together, You Haven't Fully Exorcised The Demon Of Doubt That Sets You In Motion Like A Rocking Horse That Cannot Stop Rocking.

What Is The Past, What Is It All For? A Mental Sandwich?