Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.

You Have Been Hiding So Long Aimlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love Even So You Have Always Been Connected To Me Connected, Revealed In The Known In The Unmanifest I Am Life Itself

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed Heart Everything Is Possible.

I Was Once Like You, Enlightened And "rational", I Too Scoffed At Lovers, Now I Am Drunk, Crazed, Thin With Misery. No One Is Safe! Watch Out.