Never Has Grief Been Possessed, Never Has

Everyone Once, Once Only. Just Once And No More. And We Also Once. Never Again. But This Having Been Once, Although Only Once, To Have Been Of The Earth, Seems Irrevocable.

Solitude Is Nothing That One Can Choose Or Retrain From. We Are Solitary. We Can Delude Ourselves About This And Act As If It Were Not True. That Is All.

Truly To Sing, That Is A Different Breath.

I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone Enough

Love The Questions, Themselves.