I Don’t Know Why; When

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.

The Body Is A Device To Calculate The Astronomy Of The Spirit. Look Through That Astrolabe And Become Oceanic.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

Happy, Not From Anything That Happens. Warm, Not From Fire Or A Hot Bath. Light, I Register Zero On A Scale.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.