And I Rejoiced In Being What I

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

In This Place Of Light: He Dares To Live Who Stops Being A Bird, Yet Beats His Wings Against The Immense Immeasurable Emptiness Of Things.