incidentally
it is fear of death
that keeps us acquiescent

incidentally
anything that isn't this
is probably heaven

incidentally
the will to achieve something
but the object is always obscure

incidentally
infatuation makes everything
wonderfully purposeful

incidentally
the sweep of time that bound us:
buried now or sent up in flames

incidentally
this is blood
text is blood

incidentally
a desperate loving acquiesence:
with lovers, friends

incidentally
the price of freedom
is your isolation

incidentally
the only possible failure
is to hand yourself over
to forces less than yourself

incidentally
a voluptuous yearning for
that particular terror, isolation

incidentally
the real enemy
is fear

incidentally
information
sets us free