The Truth Of The Matter Is We

One Fast Move Or I'm Gone,' I Realize, Gone The Way Of The Last Three Years Of Drunken Hopelessness Which Is A Physical And Spiritual And Metaphysical Hopelessness You Can't Learn In School No Matter How Many Books On Existentialism Or Pessimisn You Read, Or How Many Jugs Of Vision-producing Ayahuasca Drink, Or Mescaline Take, Or Peyote Goop Up With -

And As Far As I Can See The World Is Too Old For Us To Talk About It With Our New Words.

Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And Be Sure To Tell Them You Love Them Which You Do.

Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My Worries.

On Soft Spring Nights I'll Stand In The Yard Under The Stars - Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet - And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That - There's No Need To Say Another Word.