I Didn't Know What I Was Doing

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

I Write Only Because There Is A Voice Within Me That Will Not Be Still

I Get Into A Rut, Unable To Yank My Mind Out Of It.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow, The Million Moving Shapes And Cul-de-sacs Of Shadow. There Was Shadow In Bureau Drawers And Closets And Suitcases, And Shadow Under Houses And Trees And Stones, And Shadow At The Back Of People's Eyes And Smiles, And Shadow, Miles And Miles And Miles Of It, On The Night Side Of The Earth.

Like A Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.