“drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnal round, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within I am awake repairing in dirt the frayed immaculate thread forced by being to watch the birth of suns” ArtConsolationMundane Life Book:Star Dust Source: Star Dust
“The stratagems by which briefly you ameliorated, even seemingly untwisted what still twists within you — you loved their taste and lay there on your side nursing like a puppy.” ArtComfortConsolation Book:Watching the Spring Festival: Poems Source: Watching the Spring Festival: Poems
