The Heart The Heart The Heart How

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

I Spit Honey Out Of My Mouth: Nothing Is Second-best After The Sweet Of Eros.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.