To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical

My Joy Is As Painful As My Pain.

I Don't Believe In The Landscape.

To Choose Ways Of Not Acting Was Ever The Concern And Scruple Of My Life.

I'd Woken Up Early, And I Took A Long Time Getting Ready To Exist.

But My Sadness Is Comforting Because It’s Right And Natural And Because It’s What The Soul Should Feel When It Already Thinks It Exists And The Hand Pick Flowers And The Soul Takes No Notice.