Consider Incompleteness As A Verb.

Here We Go Mother On The Shipless Ocean. Pity Us, Pity The Ocean, Here We Go.

No Need To Fear Death. There Will Be A Tunnel And Light.

Those Nights Lying Alone Are Not Discontinuous With This Cold Hectic Dawn. It Is Who I Am.

It Is When You Are Asking About Something That You Realize You Yourself Have Survived It, And So You Must Carry It, Or Fashion It Into A Thing That Carries Itself.

I Mean, Every Thought Starts Over, So Every Expression Of A Thought Has To Do The Same. Every Accuracy Has To Be Invented... I Feel I Am Blundering In Concepts Too Fine For Me.