Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God