Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

I Can't Go On Flying Apart Just For Those Who Want The Benefit Of A Few Verbal Kicks. My God, Do You Know What Poems Like That Cost? They're Not Written Vicariously: They Come Out Of Actual Suffering, Real Madness.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.