“There are persons who can speak no more, whose very names have vanished. Yet a name excised from the verge where it once lived still casts its sound on all who sleep there and enters their throats.”

“Look up for the stars. Where light meets earth, the land rolls back to ache of verges but do not with it turn.”

“There were cries, screech , it weep.The rest weep from we, who emerge.There was one wall of weeping. And we have parted with you.”

“People who are making sense are just making me laugh, is all.”

“That there is a before-speaking, that we did not always speak.”

“For if thought that exceeds what has yet beenthought were not possible, the infinite would not be possible, and self/itself or subjectivity its intermediary transcendence/ incendiary.”

“We who are lost love you to in each.”