Death is the end of life.

But maybe not for me. 

Your gift

is the breeze. 

Sending someone down the right path

could lead them away from you. 

And that is beautiful

or close enough.

— Catharsis, Duende

Tell me

your secret name.

I miss

the violence. 

Am I

night?

The body

breaks.

— Devendra Banhart

Violence

at a distance.

We look at the world once, in childhood.

The rest is memory.

– Louise Glück

What if

this is the best possible hellworld? 

The classiest guy

on trash night.

Beauty

is meaning.

Way

leads on to way.

— Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

Your imagination pointing

in someone else's direction.