Somewhere Along The Line, The Pearl Would

Dean's California--wild, Sweaty, Important, The Land Of Lonely And Exiled And Eccentric Lovers Come To Forgather Like Birds, And The Land Where Everybody Somehow Looked Like Broken-down, Handsome, Decadent Movie Actors.

Some Of My Most Neurotically Fierce Bitterness Is The Result Of Realizing How Untrue People Have Become.

Swinging On Delicate Hinges The Autumn Leaf Almost Off The Stem.

No Fear Or Shame In The Dignity Of Your Experience, Language, And Knowledge.

And Still The Void Is Still And'll Never Move - But I Will Be The Void, Moving Without Having Moved.