But Who Is Stronger Than Death? Me

What Happened Casually Remains -

It Took The Whole Of Creation To Produce My Foot, My Each Feather: Now I Hold Creation In My Foot. Or Fly Up, And Revolve It All Slowly - I Kill Where I Please Because It Is All Mine. There Is No Sophistry In My Body: My Manners Are Tearing Off Heads - The Allotment Of Death.

You Could Become Internationally Famous - You're Gemini, And According To Antique Authority Have A Literary Talent, Which Of Course Your Letters Prove.

You Are Who You Choose To Be.

The Shell The Sea Fills My Ear With Sand And With Fear. You May Wash Out The Sand, But Never The Sound Of The Ghost Of The Sea That Is Haunting Me.