one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

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

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

Well, write poetry, for God's sake, it's the only thing that matters.

Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.