The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.

Yet This Is The Watch By Night. Let Us All Accept New Strength, And Real Tenderness. And At Dawn, Armed With Glowing Patience, We Will Enter The Cities Of Glory.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses

Eternity. It Is The Sea Mingled With The Sun.

The Poet Makes Himself A Voyant Through A Long, Immense Reasoned Deranging Of All His Senses. All The Forms Of Love, Of Suffering, Of Madness; He Tries To Find Himself, He Exhausts In Himself All The Poisons, To Keep Only Their Quintessences.