There It Is, The Sea, The Most

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.

I Only Achieve Simplicity With Enormous Effort

But I Welcome The Darkness Where The Two Eyes Of That Soft Panther Glow. The Darkness Is My Cultural Broth. The Enchanted Darkness. I Go On Speaking To You, Risking Disconnection: I’m Subterraneously Unattainable Because Of What I Know.

Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea Of Joy.