From Bitter Searching Of The

I'm Not A Very Nostalgic Person. I Don't Really Look At The Past And Summon Up Regrets, Or Self-congratulations, It Just Is Not A Mechanism That Operates Very Strongly In Me. So I Neither Have Regrets Nor Occasions For Self-congratulations.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard / Under The Cold Tap Of Facts

The Candles Burned The Moon Went Down The Polished Hill The Milky Town Transparent, Weightless, Luminous Uncovering The Two Of Us On That Fundamental Ground Where Love's Unwilled, Unleashed, Unbound And Half The Perfect World Is Found.

How Can I Begin Anything New With All Of Yesterday In Me?