No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

No day is safe from news of you.

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.