Silence must be heard and borrowed heaven...

completely. looks like a whole piece. a piece is just a piece, just that. part of the whole. looks like something, a bit of that cake. ice cream cake, eaten before it melted out of sight and out of mind. your little secrets litter sunspots like slivers, leaping seamlessly, livening sweet things. nothing, nothing. there is more in this room than remembered, thick in the air, bloated walls imposing themselves into the rest of the house, rude pushes. a cup, paper, compressed because of all that it contains. i need water. give me a drink, love.

"nothing's gonna change my world..."

"the stranger sang a theme from someone else's dream............"

"The glaring colours that, in showers, clash in your clothes with such commotion, in poets' minds suggest the notion of a mad ballet-dance of flowers. These garish dresses illustrate your spirit, striped with every fad. O madwoman, whom, quite as mad, I love as madly as I hate."

"O my god, what am I that these late mouths should cry open in a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers."

"This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary."