when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.
I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.
When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.
...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.
Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.