Love Is Done When Loves Begun, Sages

There Is A Pain So Utter, It Swallows Being Up; The Covers The Abyss With A Trance So Memory Can Step Around, Across, Upon It.

To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

I Took One Draught Of Life - I'll Tell You What I Paid - Precisely An Existence - The Market Price, They Said.

Not If Their Party Were Waiting, Not If To Talk With Me Were To Them Now, Homesickness After Eternity.

When I State Myself, As The Representative Of The Verse, It Does Not Mean Me, But A Supposed Person.