Life Is The Farce Which Everyone Has

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

The Only Unbearable Thing Is That Nothing Is Unbearable.

Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

It Began As Research. I Wrote Of Silences, Of Nights, I Scribbled The Indescribable. I Tied Down The Vertigo.

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.