I Carry My Awareness Of

Time, Which Grays Hair And Wrinkles Faces, Also Withers Violent Affections, And Much More Quickly.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.

The End Is Low, Like All Quantitative Ends, Personal Or Not, And It Can Be Attained And Verified.

Against Destiny I Fulfilled My Duty. Uselessly? No, For I Fulfilled It.