I Must Bridge The Gap Between Adolescent

The Silence Drew Off, Baring The Pebbles And Shells And All The Tatty Wreckage Of My Life.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

And You Grit Your Teeth, Despising Yourself For Your Tremulous Sensitivity, And Wondering How Human Beings Can Suffer Their Individualities To Be Mercilessly Crushed Under A Machinelike Dictatorship, Be It Of Industry, State Or Organization, All Their Lives Long.

A Dispassionate White Sun Shone At The Summit Of The Sky. I Wanted To Hone Myself On It Till I Grew Saintly And Thin And Essential As The Blade Of A Knife.

I Ride Earth's Burning Carousel. Day In, Day Out.