God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And

Don't Let The Wicked City Get You Down.

Tomorrow I Will Curse The Dawn, But There Will Be Other, Earlier Nights, And The Dawns Will Be No Longer Hell Laid Out In Alarms And Raw Bells And Sirens.

It Seemed Silly To Wash One Day When I Would Only Have To Wash Again The Next. It Made Me Tired Just To Think Of It.

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.