I Could Feel The Winter Shaking My

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

Here I Am, A Bundle Of Past Recollections And Future Dreams, Knotted Up In A Reasonably Attractive Bundle Of Flesh. I Remember What This Flesh Has Gone Through; I Dream Of What It May Go Through.

I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.

I Think I Am Mad Sometimes.

I Wanted To Crawl In Between Those Black Lines Of Print, The Way You Crawl Through A Fence, And Go To Sleep Under That Beautiful Big Green Fig-tree.