Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its

Reality Is Not Simply There, It Does Not Simply Exist: It Must Be Sought Out And Won.

The Two Heart-grey Puddles: Two Mouthsfull Of Silence.

Illegibility Of This World. All Things Twice Over. The Strong Clocks Justify The Splitting Hour, Hoarsely. You , Clamped Into Your Deepest Part, Climb Out Of Yourself For Ever.

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds