I am easy to describe. I lived like mad. I loved things without any sentimentality. So my life is not to try to know. It is to live and not think about it...

If at times my eyes are lenses
through which the brain explores
constellations of feeling my ears
yielding,
like swinging doors admit princes
to the corridors into the mind,
do not envy me.
I have a beast on my back...