Clouds Pass And Disperse. Are

I Wish You’d Find The Exit Out Of My Head.

When I Fell Out Of The Light, I Entered The Stomach Of Indifference, The Wordless Cupboard.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.

I Need More Than Anything Right Now What Is, Of Course, Most Impossible, Someone To Love Me, To Be With Me At Night When I Wake Up In Shuddering Horror And Fear Of The Cement Tunnels Leading Down To The Shock Room, To Comfort Me With An Assurance That No Psychiatrist Can Quite Manage To Convey.

…beating Time Along The Edge Of Thought.