The Soul Establishes Itself. But How Far

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

The Soul Establishes Itself. But How Far Can It Swim Out Through The Eyes And Still Return Safely To Its Nest?

You Stupefied Me. We Waxed, Carnivores, Late And Alight In The Beaded Winter. All Was Ominous, Luminous.

Most Reckless Things Are Beautiful In Some Way, And Recklessness Is What Makes Experimental Art Beautiful, Just As Religions Are Beautiful Because Of The Strong Possibilities That They Are Founded On Nothing.

To The Poet As A Basement Quilt, But Perhaps To Some Reader A Latticework Of Regrets.