The Gray Glaze Of The

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night.

Life Is Beautiful. He Who Reads That As In The Window Of Some Distant, Speeding Train Knows What He Wants, And What Will Befall.

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

Death Is A New Office Building Filled With Modern Furniture, A Wise Thing, But Which Has No Purpose For Us.

You Stupefied Me. We Waxed, Carnivores, Late And Alight In The Beaded Winter. All Was Ominous, Luminous.