I Have Used The Philosophers' Ideas For

What Will Die With Me When I Die, What Pathetic Or Fragile Form Will The World Lose?

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.

I Saw All The Mirrors On Earth And None Of Them Reflected Me.

The Thought Came Over Me That Never Would One Full And Absolute Moment, Containing All The Others, Justify My Life, That All Of My Instants Would Be Provisional Phases, Annihilators Of The Past Turned To Face The Future, And That Beyond The Episodic, The Present, The Circumstantial, We Were Nobody.

I Can Give You My Loneliness, My Darkness, The Hunger Of My Heart, I Am Trying To Bribe You With Uncertainty, With Danger, With Defeat.