Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.
There will be time to murder and create.
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'