Pain Wanders Through My Bones

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.