T. S. Alien

And with that, I’m finished. At least, I’m finished for the foreseeable future. Thank you. It’s been so much fun making these. You can, if you like, still submit (not that anyone has yet, but it’s very welcome). I, however, have reached my comfortable stopping off point. 　

This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Each way means loneliness — and communion.

Each way means loneliness — and communion.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

Only through time time is conquered.

Men tighten the knot of confusionInto perfect misunderstanding.

Men tighten the knot of confusion
Into perfect misunderstanding.

In life there is not time to grieve long.

In life there is not time to grieve long.

The lawn / Is pressed by unseen feet, andghosts return / Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, / The sad intangible who grieve and yearn…

The lawn / Is pressed by unseen feet, and
ghosts return / Gently at twilight, gently go at
dawn, / The sad intangible who grieve and yearn…

And we must think no further of you.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

I grow old … I grow old …I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled