I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might

We Must Unlearn The Constellations To See The Stars.

Fame Is A Lot Of Fun, But It's Not Interesting. I Loved Being Noticed And Praised, Even The Banquets. But They Didn't Have Anything That I Wanted. After About Six Months, I Found It Boring.

I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might Express Some Of What We No Longer Can.

We Exist With A Wind Whispering Inside And Our Moon Flexing. Amid The Ducts, Inside The Basilica Of Bones.

We Must Have The Stubbornness To Accept Our Gladness In The Ruthless Furnace Of This World.