My witness is the empty sky.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.
As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk
I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?