I Simply Do Not Distinguish Between Work

I Wanted The Past To Go Away, I Wanted To Leave It, Like Another Country; I Wanted My Life To Close, And Open Like A Hinge, Like A Wing, Like The Part Of The Song Where It Falls Down Over The Rocks: An Explosion, A Discovery; I Wanted To Hurry Into The Work Of My Life; I Wanted To Know, Whoever I Was, I Was Alive For A Little While.

A Fact: One Picks It Up And Reads It, And Puts It Down, And There Is An End To It. But An Idea! That One May Pick Up, And Reflect Upon, And Oppose, And Expand, And So Pass A Delightful Afternoon Altogether.

I Feel The Terror Of Idleness, Like A Red Thirst. Death Isn't Just An Idea.

Every Day I Walk Out Into The World / To Be Dazzled, Then To Be Reflective.

As Long As You're Dancing, You Can Break The Rules.