A prose poem — “What if we were to reverse this picture, so that the profound desire of the id is to sleep, and it is the superego that constantly harasses and presses for frenetic activity, with the ego caught in the middle doing its best to curb the superego’s ferocious enthusiasm (and thus…

a poem — need a light but don’t want it put the pen down and ponder proactive regret and so much power to dismember memories and violate honour a sober time seldom solemn scream somber and drunk on regret I haven’t felt yet capable to crush unable to love but I love so much…

a poem — the ruins of reason resemble the catalysts of treason a freezing season but it happens for a reason rippled through my freedom the gaps play with my pleasing i’m creeping and croaking like a crow honking at the moon a goose alienated from view the scare the silent scream her highness can field my fear i’ll yield to…

“The scholar devotes all his energy to affirming or denying or reviewing all that has already been thought — he no longer thinks for himself… His instinct for self-defense has become brittle, otherwise he would defend himself against books. The scholar is a Decadent. …