You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

I Have More Memories Than If I Were A Thousand Years Old.

Wine Transforms Moles Into Eagles.

I Set Out To Discover The Why Of It, And To Transform My Pleasure Into Knowledge.

Laments Of An Icarus The Paramours Of Courtesans Are Well And Satisfied, Content. But As For Me My Limbs Are Rent Because I Clasped The Clouds As Mine. I Owe It To The Peerless Stars Which Flame In The Remotest Sky That I See Only With Spent Eyes Remembered Suns I Knew Before. In Vain I Had At Heart To Find The Center And The End Of Space. Beneath Some Burning, Unknown Gaze I Feel My Very Wings Unpinned And, Burned Because I Beauty Loved, I Shall Not Know The Highest Bliss, And Give My Name To The Abyss Which Waits To Claim Me As Its Own.