"Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after."
"I either want
nothing at all.
I want to fly
or fall on my face.
I do not enjoy
the brief relief of just floating.
I am not
graceful in simplicity.
I am a natural disaster,
I am a world war.
I am on the brink
of the almighty almost
that kisses the lips
and I have always
stepped off short."
"breathe enough to accept the air unfiltered,
i don’t care what season it is, experience the
ability to live with consequences you may
never understand; caution can be the
"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted."