The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire

The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

Art is our defense against hysteria and death.