You Live Out The Confusions Until They

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

In Creation Alone There Is The Possibility Of Perfection.

Innocence Was Gone From All Our Acts. Our Habitual State Of Rebellion Became A Serious Political Crime.

I See Myself Wrapped In Lies, Which Do Not Seem To Penetrate My Soul, As If They Are Not Really A Part Of Me. They Are Like Costumes.

I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate, I Hate Murderously.