Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera

Our differences are manifest, it’s clear we’re not the same. We’ve put this “Oneness” to the test, it’s never won...

Death is the son and the daughter of all: the time to go over the waterfall. .

The cry of being in the fleeting body! Invented to perplex. No wonder we want sex. ,

The hide-and-seek distinctions between you and me distract from our orgasmic unity – which wants to s...