The Worst Takes Its Time To Come,

The Atheism And Nihilism Of My Earlier Years Now Seems Shallow, And Even A Bit Cocky.

I Stumble Through A Carnival Of Horrors

I Grabbed Her Ankle And Kissed It, And When I Looked Up I Saw Her Chin And Her Eyelashes As She Threw Back Her Head And Laughed.

From My Stone Pillow I Have Dreamed Dreams Of The Mortal World Above. I Have Heard Its Voices, Its New Music, As Lullabies As I Lie In My Grave. I Have Envisioned Its Fantastical Discoveries. I Have Known Its Courage In The Timeless Sanctum Of My Thoughts. And Though It Shuts Me Out With Its Dazzling Forms, I Long For One With The Strength To Roam It Fearlessly, To Ride The Devil's Road Through Its Heart.

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?