Your House Sounds Like A Train At

We Bear The Sole, Relentless Tenderness.

I Don't Want To Go On Being A Root In The Dark, Vacillating, Stretched Out, Shivering With Sleep, Downward, In The Soaked Guts Of The Earth, Absorbing And Thinking, Eating Each Day.

O Merry, Merry, Merry, Like Only Dogs Know How To Be Happy And Nothing More, With An Absolute Shameless Nature.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.