Men Will Pay Large Sums To Whores

We Were Put On This Earth To Make Things.

Lost In A Haunted Wood, Children Afraid Of The Night Who Have Never Been Happy Or Good.

Beauty, Midnight, Vision Dies: Let The Winds Of Dawn That Blow Softly Round Your Dreaming Head Such A Day Of Welcome Show Eye And Knocking Heart May Bless, Find Our Mortal World Enough; Noons Of Dryness Find You Fed By The Involuntary Powers, Nights Of Insult Let You Pass Watched By Every Human Love.

We Are Lived By Powers We Pretend To Understand.

Human Language Is Mythological And Metaphorical By Nature.