In Each Thing There Is An Insinuation

Those Who Are Afraid Of Death Will Carry It On Their Shoulders.

I Want To Be A Poet, From Head To Toe, Living And Dying By Poetry.

Fire Is Fed By Fire. The Same Small Flame Destroys Two Stalks Of Wheat At Once.

Adam & Eve. The Serpent Cracked The Mirror In A Thousand Pieces, & The Apple Was His Rock.

The Weeping Of The Guitar Begins. The Goblets Of Dawn Are Smashed. The Weeping Of The Guitar Begins. Useless To Silence It. Impossible To Silence It. It Weeps Monotonously As Water Weeps As The Wind Weeps Over Snowfields. Impossible To Silence It. It Weeps For Distant Things. Hot Southern Sands Yearning For White Camellias. Weeps Arrow Without Target Evening Without Morning And The First Dead Bird On The Branch. Oh, Guitar! Heart Mortally Wounded By Five Swords.