Could You Visit Me In Dreams? That

I Mean, Every Thought Starts Over, So Every Expression Of A Thought Has To Do The Same. Every Accuracy Has To Be Invented... I Feel I Am Blundering In Concepts Too Fine For Me.

Each Night About This Time He Puts On Sadness Like A Garment And Goes On Writing.

No One Will Ever Make Necessity Not Happen.

All Myth Is An Enriched Pattern, A Two-faced Proposition, Allowing Its Operator To Say One Thing And Mean Another, To Lead A Double Life. Hence The Notion Found Early In Ancient Thought That All Poets Are Liars. And From The True Lies Of Poetry Trickled Out A Question. What Really Connects Words And Things?

The Man Has A Theory. The Woman Has Hipbones. Here Comes Death.