The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.