My Objects Dream And Wear

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That, In The End, There Was A Certain Sense Of Order There; Something Worth Learning In That Narrow Diary Of My Mind

My Faith Is A Great Weight Hung On A Small Wire, As Doth The Spider Hang Her Baby On A Thin Web.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.