When I Don't Write, I Feel My

Will You Come Down And Kiss Me Good Night?

All Of My Creation Is An Effort To Weave A Web Of Connection With The World: I Am Always Weaving It Because It Was Once Broken.

People Who Want A Sane, Static, Measurable World Take The First Aspect Of An Event Or Person And Stick To It, With An Almost Self-protective Obstinacy, Or By A Natural Limitation Of Their Imaginations. They Do Not Indulge In Either Deepening Or Magnifying.

We Did Not Touch Each Other. We Were Both Leaning Over The Abyss.

He Has, Like Me, A Sense Of Smell. I Let Him Inhale Me, Then I Slip Away.