PROFILE

Fat tears of joy slowly melting on the face's slowly melting tablets of joy! To languid arabesques melancholy and sorrow's mingled look! The pardon of faithful shadows With diligence ever accompanies! In my restless soul the details that are still real are rebellious! As in themselves we gradually prepare for the space-lack, Already the Nirvana-nothing grows more and more burdensome! In health-obsessed, unruly minds, a futile perfectionism is settling in instead of being finally at peace with itself!

A strong inoculant to the emotions is sanguine indifference! Survivor's dread is harder and harder to dissolve from the accident of annihilations! In the delirium of truth, Man often wounds himself! Only among the breathing living is the death of deed a remedy, To which all may heed; In the waters of Life a truth-whirlwind and anchor are both necessary! All careers are little guns loaded and pressed to our temples! Unconvinced reconciliation with the inevitable impossible! Shadows in a cloak of shadows, a rugged, shipwrecked despair crushed!

Like swaying spider's thread Clinging crypt-faces in the geysers of depths! On faces mottled, sad furrows are the carved wrinkles! With the daily burdens of washes of water it is harder and harder to make friends! With cowardly rabbit-souls, like Updike's heroes, many ask the air, for they can do nothing else! - I'd learn to make friends again, but for the umpteenth time I've blocked out the landscape; I'm groping through red stigmata, like an astronaut launched towards aimlessness! I buzz around myself in concentric circles; a hundred-pound man-missile! My childishness is murderously laughed at for the umpteenth time!