I Never Meant To Be

The Abstract Intelligence Produces A Fatigue That's The Worst Of All Fatigues. It Doesn't Weigh On Us Like Bodily Fatigue, Nor Disconcert Like The Fatigue Of Emotional Experience. It's The Weight Of Our Consciousness Of The World, A Shortness Of Breath In Our Soul.

There Are Those That Even God Exploits, And They Are Prophets And Saints In The Vacuousness Of The World.

I Carry My Awareness Of Defeat Like A Banner Of Victory.

Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

In The Very Corner Of My Soul There Is An Altar To A Different God.