Who Dreams Of A Son, Save One,

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.

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

Pompeii Has Nothing To Teach Us, We Know Crack Of Volcanic Fissure, Slow Flow Of Terrible Lava, Pressure On Heart, Lungs, The Brain About To Burst Its Brittle Case (what The Skull Can Endure!)