“Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.”

“ſtairs! We haue found ſtairs!”

“I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.I miss you.”

“We're the unmended, the untended,cold soldiers of the shoe. We're the neglected,the never resurrected, agonies of the few.We're the once kissed, unmissed and alwaysrefused. Because we're the unfinishedand feared and we're never pursued.And just that easily, on my behalf,I come around. Because I'm burning.The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War.And now I'm for carnage.Here's how my anguish frees.Destroy everyone of course. Because I'm unwantedand unsafe. And I'll take tears away with torments and rape,killings and fears not even the dead will escape.Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless andEnslaved. Absolved. Butchering their prejudice.Patience. Their Value. Because I'm without value.I'm the coming of every holocaust. Turning no lost.Rending tissue, sinew and bone. Excepting no suffering.By me all levees will break. All silos heave.I will walk heavy.And I will walk strange.Because I am too soon.Because without Her, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.Because I am too soon.Because without You, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.Why need dies at last.How oceans dry. Islands drown.And skies of salt crash to the ground.I turn the powerful. Defy the weak.Only grass grows down abandoned streets.For a greater economy shall follow Usand it will be undone.And a greater autonomy shall follow Usand it too will be undone.And a greater feeling shall follow Loveand it too we will blow to dust.For I am longings without trust. The cycloidal hastefreedom from Hailey forever wastes.Dust cares for only dust.And time only for Us.Because I am too soon.Because without Her, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.Because I am too soon.Because without You, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.We are always sixteen...”

“What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift.As a counselor once told me -a counselor for Disaffected Yought, I might add: "You like that crap because it reminds you of you." Couldn't of said it better or put it more bluntly. Don't even disagree with it either.”

“A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.”

“Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding”