Desire Is No Light Thing.

To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

Myths Are Stories About People Who Become Too Big For Their Lives Temporarily, So That They Crash Into Other Lives Or Brush Against Gods. In Crisis Their Souls Are Visible.

Could You Visit Me In Dreams? That Would Cheer Me. Sweet To See Friends In The Night, However Short The Time.

All Human Desire Is Poised On An Axis Of Paradox, Absence And Presence Its Poles, Love And Hate Its Motive Energies.

We're Talking About The Struggle To Drag A Thought Over From The Mush Of The Unconscious Into Some Kind Of Grammar, Syntax, Human Sense; Every Attempt Means Starting Over With Language. Starting Over With Accuracy.