the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.
Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.
as the spirit wanes the form appears
I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.