An unfinished business
A longing for the gutter
Lose life to find victory
Give me a place to stand
Who cannot lift himself?
My reader, my double, my brother
The right to be let alone
No more deadly curse
Weary without challenge
This monster of habit
The womb of monsters
Something's gotta happen
If he could he'd want to sing
Or glow, or burst, or cry
Impossible to enslave
Beast of muddy brain
The work of art, a confession
Art is long, life short
The sweetest inclination
In fear of oblivion
Patience enough to toil
The soil is bare
I have set my affairs on nothing
The pit, the pendulum
No coward soul is mine
Beautiful twilight
Martyrs by the thousands
With wisdom grows doubt
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
In the night that covers me
The head, the heart, the hand
I am the grass
I cover all