Nor can the darkness still the whispering in the trees. not measurable, but who already knows. “shows paranoid symptoms” plying the boats like lyres. not hearing me at all though they stood at the door during a reading Some vanished soon after. Laws of nature The trees are, the nights grow longer bit by bit, Still, it is as sad as a child Living concepts Free when obey self Discover self just after i said probably for her psychology class “this is a paranoid poem - written when i was experimenting with paranoid states of consciousness, but i’m not there anymore” so slowly nobody notices. Education of feelings Cognitive unity Feeling mysticism or on the shore beside the boats to whom one speaks soothingly, from whom one is keeping something, Others stayed. Best possible world Into the high ancestral spaces True individuality Pain outweighs pleasure This admits of endless interpretation. like in Milwaukee Some gave a sense of size, & a young girl sat writing This says nothing. Rejection of supernatural influences Purpose of life Absolute spiritual being.