What Falls Away Is Always. And Is

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

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

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.