I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Faith assuages, guides, restores.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.