The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?
In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue.
The wolf is living for the earth.
You are who you choose to be.
What happens in the heart simply happens.
He could not stand. It was not That he could not thrive, he was born With everything but the will – That can be deformed, just like a limb. Death was more interesting to him. Life could not get his attention.