Glamour looks eloquent but seldom talks.
The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.
Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?
Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.
Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.
Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.