In the dark, it's less dangerous in Book Title.

There’s not room in the universe for the things I must create.

It’s too big, the ways I feel.

Well when you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin’ to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won’t see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone
Oh, I don’t know what to say. Shall we preserve this moment in the amber of our memory as a time the world refused to stand still?

Busy little bees. Send me dead flowers.