Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I

Cheat Me Not With Time, With The Dull Ache Of Flesh, For All Flesh Turns, Even The Loveliest Ankle And Frail Thigh, To Bitterest Dust.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

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

The Elixir Of Life, The Philosopher's Stone Is Yours If You Surrender Sterile Logic, Trivial Reason.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us