As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

I Want So Much That Is Not Here And Do Not Know Where To Go.

I Like The Way Mahler Wandered About In His Music And Still Retained His Passion. He Must Have Looked Like An Earthquake Walking Down The Street.

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

If I Never See You Again I Will Always Carry You Inside Outside On My Fingertips And At Brain Edges And In Centers Centers Of What I Am Of What Remains.

Maybe When I Get In The Grave, Things Will Be Beautiful.