Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea

I Ascend From Darkness And Depart On The Winds Of Space For I Know Not Where; My Watch Is Wound, A Key Is In My Pocket, And The Sky Is Darkened As I Descend The Stair.

Youth Yearns To Youth, Full Blood Loves Full Blood Only.

We Are The Ghosts Of The Singing Furies .

Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea And Sea.

Time In The Heart And Sequence In The Brain-- Such As Destroyed Rimbaud And Fooled Verlaine. And Let Us Then Take Godhead By The Neck-- And Strangle It, And With It, Rhetoric.