Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

And From That Time On I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused And Churned Into Milk, Devouring The Green Azures; Where, Entranced In Pallid Flotsam, A Dreaming Drowned Man Sometimes Goes Down.

Misfortune Was My God.

I Could Never Throw Love Out Of The Window.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses