M: Is he smart I: She yes very smart sees right through me M: In my day we valued blindness rather more
Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.