The truth of what I feel cannot confess because there is no confession.

I try to reach you through imagination that imprisons all of us, so I cannot help but betray you in order to try to liberate myself.

Inside me there is a sadness I cannot cry. Inside me there is a joy I cannot sing.

If there is anything, it doesn’t exist on this page.

If there is anything here, it is spirit.

These words are a kiss on the lips.

This spirit is all Amor in everything for everyone.

Even Judas deserves a kiss.

February 24, 1991: Task Force Ripper Roars into Desert Storm and Corporal Wooley Actions Amor