When I Go Mad, I

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?