All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.
- Ezra Pound, The Encounter
I’m running out of time
I’m out of step and closing down
And never sleep for wanting hours
The empty hours of greed
And uselessly, always the need to feel again
The real belief of something more than mockery
If only I could fill my heart with love
- Closedown, The Cure
