For Death Is Life. It Is Only

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

I Am Too Rich Already, For My Eyes Mint Gold, While My Heart Cries.

He Had No Longer Any Need For Home, For He Carried His Gormenghast Within Him. All That He Sought Was Jostling Within Himself. He Had Grown Up. What A Boy Had Set Out To Seek A Man Had Found, Found By The Act Of Living.

I Am The Wilderness Lost In Man.