IN THE BEGINNING In the beginning. I was with the face. The face cracked into coarse pieces. I could not repair. In the beginning. I was with the eyes. The eyes melted into a flow of tears. I could not stanch. In the beginning. I was with the beauty. The beauty faded away with the body. I could not crave. In the beginning. I was with the heart. The heart turned a place of nightmares. I could not dream.