I Am An Invisible Man. No, I

I Am An Invisible Man. No, I Am Not A Spook Like Those Who Haunted Edgar Allan Poe; Nor Am I One Of Your Hollywood-movie Ectoplasms.

My Hole Is Warm And Full Of Light.

I Denounce Because Though Implicated And Partially Responsible, I Have Been Hurt To The Point Of Abysmal Pain, Hurt To The Point Of Invisibility. And I Defend Because In Spite Of It All, I Find That I Love.

That ... Is How The World Moves: Not Like An Arrow, But A Boomerang.

The Truth Is The Light And The Light Is The Truth.