The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.