The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid

Love Me. Love My Umbrella.

In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.

Ineluctable Modality Of The Visible; At Least That If No More, Thought Through My Eyes. Signatures Of All Things I Am Here To Read.

The Incompatibility Of Aquacity With The Erratic Originality Of Genius.

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.