Sink Every Impulse Like A

If Self Is A Location, So Is Love.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

Without Needing To Be Theoretically Instructed, Consciousness Quickly Realizes That It Is The Site Of Variously Contending Discourses.

It Is Difficult At Times To Repress The Thought That History Is About As Instructive As An Abattoir; That Tacitus Was Right And That Peace Is Merely The Desolation Left Behind After The Decisive Operations Of Merciless Power.

In Fact, In Lyric Poetry, Truthfulness Becomes Recognizable As A Ring Of Truth Within The Medium Itself.