You know, I can imagine not writing a novel and writing poetry only.
Of course, the greater one's need, the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.
It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.
What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.
Put your backbone where your wishbone is.
My eyes close. I am here and not here. A waking nap? A flight to the end of the galaxy and perhaps a couple of billion light-years beyond?