This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.
The function of posterity is to look after itself.
And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.
The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.