since feelings come first, who cares about the syntax of things?

The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows