Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward

Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But Which Is More Sweet The Bitterness Or The Sweetness, None Has Spoken It.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

Think Of The Moment You Count Most Foul In Your Life; Conjure It, Supplicate, Pray To It; Your Face Is Bleak, You Retract, You Dare Not Remember It.