Through Love Scraps Of Copper

I Am Merely A Guest, Born In This World To Know The Secrets That Lie Beyond It.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

Water In The Boat Is The Ruin Of The Boat, But Water Under The Boat Is Its Support.