...if you do not even understand what words say,
how can you expect to pass judgement
on what words conceal?

...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?

She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.

The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.