Twohundredseventeen

The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps Its red rust downward, and...


Twohundredfifteen

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery...


Onehundredfiftytwo

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness....


Onehundredfortyseven

All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any...