Either One Fails In One's Art Or

The Softness Of The Summer Day Like An Ermine Paw.

One May Gain One Truth At The Expense Of Another.

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.

I Am So Thirsty For The Marvelous That Only The Marvelous Has Power Over Me. Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

Will You Come Down And Kiss Me Good Night?