Faith Assuages, Guides, Restores.

It Began As Research. I Wrote Of Silences, Of Nights, I Scribbled The Indescribable. I Tied Down The Vertigo.

Now I Am An Outcast. I Loathe My Country. The Best Thing For Me Is A Drunken Sleep On The Beach.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To Steeple; Garlands From Window To Window; Golden Chains From Star To Star, And I Dance.

I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent