Joshua

“My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
of worlds.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“And like a sunset were her lips,
A stormy sunset on doomed ships”
― William Butler Yeats

“If genocide is ultimately an act of erasure, denial is its final, comprehensive deed.”
― Serj Tankian, Down with the System: A Memoir

“I hear the train’d soprano (what work with hers is this?)
The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies,
It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess’d them,
It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick’d by the indolent waves,
I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath,
Steep’d amid honey’d morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death,

At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
And that we call Being.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself