Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.

A Prig Always Finds A Last Refuge In Responsibility.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

I Feel Myself Inhabited By A Force Or Being -- Very Little Known To Me. It Gives The Orders; I Follow.