Introduction

I am seized by the desire to return home,
and for some reason, I just don’t!
Not to the veranda,
nor to the springing of the smell of daisies.

I feel that I am observed by familiar egocentric streets
merely asa little child who is flickering from love and fear;
full of enough instinct to instantly transform anything into tuneless desires;

Honed by the ecstasy of cognition that molds itself and everything else into pain:

“I will die alone,” I thought to myself, and I have!