“My head was like an ardent coal,
My heart as solid ice;
My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,
Was at the Devil's price:
A dozen times I groaned: the dead
Had never groaned but twice!”

"That Lonesome Road", written with Don Grolnick
Song lyrics, Dad Love His Work (1981)

Source: Othello

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), A Prayer (1844)

Satori in Paris (1966)
Source: Satori in Paris & Pic

Soldier and Son

Source: Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions (1884), PART II: OTHER WORLDS, Chapter 17. How the Sphere, Having in Vain Tried Words, Resorted to Deeds
Context: I groaned with horror, doubting whether I was not out of my senses; but the Stranger continued: "Surely you must now see that my explanation, and no other, suits the phenomena. What you call Solid things are really superficial; what you call Space is really nothing but a great Plane. I am in Space, and look down upon the insides of the things of which you only see the outsides. You could leave this Plane yourself, if you could but summon up the necessary volition. A slight upward or downward motion would enable you to see all that I can see.

Source: Dark Age Ahead (2004), Chapter Seven, Unwinding Vicious Spirals, p. 153

Waste of Paint
Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground (2002)