Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives

And What Of The Dead? They Lie Without Shoes In The Stone Boats. They Are More Like Stone Than The Sea Would Be If It Stopped. They Refuse To Be Blessed, Throat, Eye And Knucklebone.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.