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