Human Contact Creeps Around in the Night Like a Travelling Fair

The Misery of His Existence was a Gimmick

Uneasy in the Circumstances but Also Troubled

Outside They Could Hear the Sound of Religion Moving Slowly Through the Exerpts of Living Without Success

Our Corrected Versions of His Narratives

A Long Series of Engagements

Blunting the Keen Edge of Dogma

Either Side of My Transportation

In the Empty Cave of His Heart

Human Beings Used to Be People