I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

But I Welcome The Darkness Where The Two Eyes Of That Soft Panther Glow. The Darkness Is My Cultural Broth. The Enchanted Darkness. I Go On Speaking To You, Risking Disconnection: I’m Subterraneously Unattainable Because Of What I Know.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.