Atlantis Will Rise Again.

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.