The Chill Of What I Won't Feel

To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical Mistake Of Matter, A Dereliction Of Inaction.

For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes Is Grateful

To Be Great, Be Whole; Exclude Nothing. Be Whole In Everything.

All That I've Lived I've Forgotten, As If I'd Vaguely Heard It. All That I'll Be Reminds Me Of Nothing, As If I'd Lived And Forgotten It.

Life Is Good, But Wine Is Better.