I Try. I Fail. I

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

I Open The Door Of The Cell And Go. I Am So Bowed I Only See My Feet, If I Open My Eyes, And Between My Legs A Little Trail Of Black Dust. I Say To Myself That The Earth Is Extinguished, Though I Never Saw It Lit.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

When The Object Is Perceived As Particular And Unique And Not Merely The Member Of A Family, When It Appears Independent Of Any General Notion And Detached From The Sanity Of A Cause, Isolated And Inexplicable In The Light Of Ignorance, Then And Only Then May It Be A Source Of Enchantment.

The Human Eyelid Is Not Teartight (happily For The Human Eye).