We All Have Souls Of Different Ages

Her Grey, Sun-strained Eyes Stared Straight Ahead, But She Had Deliberately Shifted Our Relations, And For A Moment I Thought I Loved Her. But I Am Slow-thinking And Full Of Interior Rules That Act As Brakes On My Desires, And I Knew That First I Had To Get Myself Definitely Out Of That Tangle Back Home.

Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty Of Succulent Illusions Fell Away From Me.

I Am Tired Of Knowing Nothing And Being Reminded Of It All The Time.

So We Drove On Toward Death Through The Cooling Twilight.

Experience Is Not Worth The Getting. It's Not A Thing That Happens Pleasantly To A Passive You--it's A Wall That An Active You Runs Up Against.