I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.

There was a beautiful time.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.