So We Found The End Of Our

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.

What Happens In The Heart Simply Happens.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

I Sit In The Top Of The Wood, My Eyes Closed. Inaction, No Falsifying Dream Between My Hooked Head And Hooked Feet: Or In Sleep Rehearse Perfect Kills And Eat.

Nothing Has Changed Since I Began. My Eye Has Permitted No Change. I Am Going To Keep Things Like This.