Twenty-two Life is a circle triangles create missed opportunity a confusion of ends Children have sex transcendental beasts devour one another mysticism is not created of purpose Gods do not attend meetings Twenty-three Interview is a relatively new art form raising us up to the level of soap opera cartoon characters excuse me while i depersonalize he reawoke in 1971 put that thing back in his pants shot the television set Twenty-four Police cars pulling away man Children in the back seat tied in handcuffed and caught with dangerous bits of contraband rubber bands paper clips and pot the cops look bored yet properly grim and intent Twenty-five We don't seek truth when a proof of lies better serves us language is a hanging of words bleached and out to dry what man sees sets him apart is fool enough not to be embarrassed Twenty-six To know a person one requires only a catalog of fears from these chosen are we made our lives set on specific path that we might learn this and refuse to manufacture chaos in our lives is highly unlikely Twenty-seven Some days dawn occurs certainly outside our knowing when this happens to me coffee cup in hand tenderlights squeeze themselves a caress of starshine to verify the safe passage of night Twenty-eight Whom seeks ends will necessarily be caught in the middle those whom reach will of necessity outreach themselves there may never have been more than needs to acquire yet fraught with human desire Twenty-nine This hyacinth root appears tangle of Earth and worm as some grave reminder safe from my spade and returned yet that i might savor its scent enjoy its death of flower Thirty Guilt is the ultimate fool's game dignity of purpose loyalty to self an inner sense of spiritual fidelity when divorced from the physical there are no rules and vision awaits Thirty-one There are angry men underneath us hideous threatening masques fathers and mentors seducers who stole our women mother before us all after until the masque removed are we faces and soon to become Thirty-two The danger in seeing lies in being seen one's detractors and protectors capable of accidental ambush all in all a prison mentality neighborhood and nation sins of the dry snitch Thirty-three They pervert our sensibilities media and politicians diddle themselves and each other TV there is a black hole in my life altar of utter imperfection this platform of their device is been and forever OFF Thirty-four We don't play with stick men poke us in the eye throw stones through our window born and satisfied to move away cornered and treed whose hounds are slain this doorstep of hell Thirty-five Tongue of serpent a grotto mouth iniquitous in all ways come to burn David's Children she stands as proof of the day power corrupts no favor of gender Thirty-six Alone violin centuries know my name the woman who came to couple my heat with desire 'tween the cheek of her skin her breasts breathing in we made music and set it afire Thirty-seven There is ground above us a river stronger than blood these we feel and certainly know we are inadequate by comparison we may drown in the Earth bury ourselves in the river continents divide us knot Thirty-eight By which voice will we be known which skin shed outgrown she chooses a delicacy of sentiment gathers dust from a fallen leaf raises it to her eyes kisses it away to fall once more and names it happiness Thirty-nine Application of glitter will not hide a tear nor death a stone with a predilection to gild are faces painted and waxed platitudes kept in towering stacks a sprinkling for appearance sake Forty Only man would pursue wisdom solely to pursue wisdom only would he name it perfidy destroy what was made invent Gods in his likeness call to arms angels in the ground all animals argue with themselves Forty-one These Children came up wild for their father refused to teach them he joined them instead protected them from those who would that Children might show him the way so they did and a merry band of singers and players... awake Forty-two Dynamics of performance these may be plied never fully understood there is no constant law of variables yet that is all there is the secrets of all actors are what they don't know