Thoth, Hermes, The Stylus, The Palette, The

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Writing. Love Is Writing.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.

War Wreaked On You His Hideous Ravishment; We, We Alone, Nereids Inviolate, Remain To Weep, With The Sea-birds To Chant: Corinth Is Lost, Corinth Is Desolate.