Lies flower and blossom in the sphere of my soul,
Embellishing the wilting truth,
That I too, like the girl in black,
I too, am a Hermit.
But that is not I!
It is I who never slept
But walked on under the starry skies
Until midnight and beyond
Following a Great Possibility
And kissed your face
Your beautiful face
Loves me not
It is I who, with Pinkie, carved others in Brighton with a razor
Not myself in an en suite bathroom.
It is I who lived as if I'd die that very day
Not merely dreamt as if I'd live forever.
I followed danger
And wrote incessantly
Please, please, please, please