Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary

I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.