the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

bring me things to break myself upon till

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

we are nearly always a world which almost

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which