If The Body Is A Temple, Then

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

If They Substituted The Word 'lust' For 'love' In The Popular Songs It Would Come Nearer The Truth.

Spiderlike, I Spin Mirrors, Loyal To My Image.

It Is A Feeling That No Matter What The Ideas Or Conduct Of Others, There Is A Unique Rightness And Beauty To Life Which Can Be Shared In Openness, In Wind And Sunlight, With A Fellow Human Being Who Believes In The Same Basic Principles.

Now I Know What Loneliness Is, I Think. Momentary Loneliness, Anyway. It Comes From A Vague Core Of The Self - - Like A Disease Of The Blood, Dispersed Throughout The Body So That One Cannot Locate The Matrix, The Spot Of Contagion.