I Am Infected With Life And Will

But I Must Go On," Said The Lady Amalthea, "for It Is Never Finished. Even When I Wake, I Cannot Tell What Is Real, And What I Am Dreaming As I Move And Speak And Eat My Dinner. I Remember What Cannot Have Happened, And Forget Something That Is Happening To Me Know. People Look At Me As Though I Should Know Them, And I Do Know Them In The Dream, And Always The Fire Draws Me Nearer, Though I Am Awake—

I Feel A Whole Country Growing Inside Me, Thousands Of Years, Millions Of People, Stupid, Crazy, Shrewd People, And All Of Them Me. I Never Felt Like That Before, I Never Felt That There Was Anything Inside Me, Even Myself.

Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

But I Still Feel I Waste A Lot Of Time Leaning On My Elbow And Thinking To Myself, 'alright Sucker, Now What?'

Don't Be Afraid. Don't Be Afraid Of Anything. Whatever You Have Been, You Are Mine Now. I Can Hold You.