And I Walked, I Walked Through The

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.