The Poet Makes Himself A

Love...no Such Thing. Whatever It Is That Binds Families And Married Couples Together, That's Not Love. That's Stupidity Or Selfishness Or Fear. Love Doesn't Exist. Self Interest Exists, Attachment Based On Personal Gain Exists, Complacency Exists. But Not Love. Love Has To Be Reinvented, That’s Certain.

I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse! And I Was Your Vassal.

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.

-but I've Just Noticed That My Mind Is Asleep.

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.