O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.

They don't understand what it is to be awake, / To be living on several planes at once / Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

We fight to keep something alive rather than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

All time is unreedemable.

I've been born, and once is enough.

Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.